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[Jun 23, 2008 * 11:55am] |
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BORED. SO BORED.
Jules, my heart of hearts, when do you get off work?
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[Apr 22, 2008 * 2:24pm] |
my life
WASTED
My life wasted
Many times, things fall through
and we never notice
but the one thing that would
make us happiest
Taken away in a few words
my angel is gone.
promised to another.
with a crown of silver
my crown of thorns is BLEEDING.
4-22-2008
COPYRIGHT: Jamie Montague
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[Apr 16, 2008 * 5:10pm] |
LOL!
Monty Python is the best for getting over a broken heart.
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[Apr 13, 2008 * 10:06pm] |
No. I'm not putting it behind a cut. Deal.
Elaine, my love, no one understands our love. Least of all your family. My heart, my being, my SOUL is yours forever.
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[Apr 13, 2008 * 12:43am] |
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[Apr 7, 2008 * 9:04pm] |
Chinese Dragons
The immature elm wears a rustcolored vest.
I have found my way from her basement address
to the rest of my life in the city.
Beneath the street dragon's teeth
delete the space
between the first and the last.
Sleek, metallic snakes
slide beneath our cities,
shrieking as our reading,
unseeing people
dissolve and disengage.
We are not pleased
to see the rats and the roaches
the derelicts who dare
to pluck our defeated souls
with songs so badly sung
we are relieved to purchase
silence, never mind
"Thank you."
Their hairy bodies stink.
Their sooty fingers reminds us of the pale roots
we sometimes have to chop
off dusty brown potatoes,
and cornsilk,
and plowed fields.
The mud and horseshit
stick to boots until we walk
like crippled cows
up to the mudporch,
cursing all horses
and allnight rain,
slapping at the dogs,
hooting at the bleached moon hanging
low over the looming elms
filled with starlings
on their way to someplace else.
-Larry Velez
Maybe you remember me, but I doubt it. I'm James - or I'd rather be known as Jamie - Montague. There's no way I'm related to that fat, racist, homophobic asshole that preaches at Apple Creek Baptist, and you can tell him I fucking said that. I'm a junior, and my goal in this mortal coil is to get the hell out of Apple Creek and make it to New Orleans. Trent Reznor lives there, and he's always looking for musicians - even if I'm more of a poet than he'll ever be. Still, he got me through some TOUGH TIMES, man. Nothing like music and poetry to soothe a broken soul.
Whatever.
I've got classes, whoa, like everyone else.
Block 1 - Digital Communications
Block 2 -AP English III
Block 3 - AP Computer Science
Block 4 -Photography
Photography is pretty great. Ms. Sarti is WHOA fantastic, and I'm getting the hang of the camera. I got a tripod the other day, so I'm hoping to take some good pictures for my facebook.
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[Apr 1, 2008 * 8:25pm] |
What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name which is no part of thee
( Take all myself. )
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