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Name: Erin
Country: United States
State: Tennessee
Metro: Nashville
Birthday: 12/26/1986
Gender: Female


Interests: I am interested in humanity when it suits me, music when it is decent, books when they are beautiful and love when it is honest. If you care to track down my myspace, i have an absurd list of musical and literature tastes in alphabetical order no less, but for here i'll leave my interests to music of the hippie and talented persuasion and literature of the victorian/gothic age. Add a dash of philosophy, theology, slight feminist prose, metaphysics, and an entire shelf of the inklings and you have my bookcase.
Expertise: Everyone seems to humbly reject that they have any expertise in life...etc, we are not an expert at anything given our innate human tendency for flaws. Pish posh, i'm an expert at loving books, music and good company. There, i said it. I'm an expert at something. Don't you wish you had a backbone too ;)
Occupation: student/starving musician
Industry: Music, journalism


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Monday, May 11, 2009

Out.

You've excreted me from your life

as though shit from a body


 

In search of new smiles

fresh scents

eventually dulling your pallet


 

when a new search begins

brought on

when the ability

to distinguish taste ends

and apathy begins


 

so it is ironic

that you come searching for it now

.

When I left my sense of touch

at your fingertips

my sense of smell is in your bed

my taste at your tongue


 

It is you who left

You who robbed me of my senses

Ripping them as limbs from a body


 

And yet here you are

in search of your lost sense

of self


 

What does one do

when confronted

by your senses


Sunday, July 06, 2008

yuck

It doesn't seem right, missing you this much.  It wouldnt be so terrible if i didn't have an open ended time frame.  My heart is on a rubberband and whether its in your power to remember me or not, or whether its in my emotional cpacity to realize that things happen and that you would never do anything to hurt me, purposefully.....all the same.  I ache, i'm sore from being tugged and pulled, when half the time it is I who do the pulling.  It's my fault, i suppose. I let this happen really...but i can't help it.  Just give me something solid, you pull the rug out from under me when you break your pattern and to some extent it keeps me guessing, wanting.  Maybe you do it on purpose, i'm not sure.  you Advise me to pull back, to cloak myself a little, and i'm sure it would make me even more desireable.  But if i'm already your dream girl, then why push me away to make me more loveable.

I wish i could just be indifferent.  But i can't, its one of the prerequisites of loving you i guess.

e


Saturday, May 17, 2008

Renaissance festivals are beautiful things.  I could go either way with this one.  The inner debate in me would like to split it down the middle and argue that renaissancefestivals are just tourist traps and ultimately on the same level of rip-offery as Disney World.  Overpriced, over advertised ambiance that you could have made at home. 

But then again its worth it to see the men in tights and know that God made bras for a reason.  The bodice/corset acts as a renaissance bra and as such gives the wearer a MASSIVE amount of cleavage.  If the bra were never invented, men would never get anything done.

I've got this line running around in my head, i'm not sure what to do with it, except that i know rachelle could probably make it into a far less cheesy song than the line would imply. 

It seems like everyone is waiting for life to slide in place like tuning a guitar.

yeah i know, total cheese. But it is stuck in my head. The action more than the line, i immedietly feel what its like to tune my guitar and feel that overwhelming sense of purpose when two notes ring in tune.

On another note, i can't stop playing songs from "Once,"  particularly 'when your mind's made up'

on an even Other note:  Drunk texting... its the new generation of drunk dialing.  We've lost our guts as a generation.  Ten years ago we had to buck up our courage to call someone and ask them out... now we text them to see if they're around first.

Here's a thought... use the damn phone and CALL the person, eh? eh?

e


Friday, May 16, 2008

awe stuck.

The one person i love is in awe of the one person i admire most, and i'm caught in the middle wondering... how can i match that? You can't. 

 


Monday, March 10, 2008

said they

I like you said she
-Ok said he
I like you like Jimmy stewart liked her
when he promised to lasso the moon
-Thats fine said he
I liked you too soon, said she
I like you when Holden Caufeild said
"That kills me."
I talk a lot, said she
-I know, said he
Say Something, said she
-shh, said he.



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