| Follow me down to the red oak tree |
[May. 9th, 2012|11:33 pm] |
verse 1follow you down to the red oak tree
as the air moves thick through the hollow reeds
i will wait for you there until someone comes
to carry me, carry me down verse 2see i have not i have not grown cold
i have stole from men who have stole from those
with their arms so thin and their skin so old
but you are young, you are young, you are young bridgethen somebody laughs like it’s all just for hell
as though we could not be saved from the depth of the well
but the cloth that i make is a cloth you can sell
to pay for the gossamer seed verse 3names get carved in the red oak tree
of the ones who stay and the ones who leave
i will wait for you there with these cindered bones
so follow me follow me down
follow me follow me down
follow me follow me down
follow me follow me down |
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[May. 9th, 2012|05:16 pm] |
Sometimes it lasts in love
But sometimes it hurts instead |
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[Apr. 28th, 2012|02:01 pm] |
No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing.
At other times it feels like being mildly drunk, or concussed. There is a sort of invisible blanket between the world and me. I find it hard to take in what anyone says. Or perhaps, hard to want to take it in. It is so uninteresting. Yet I want the others to be about me. I dread the moments when the house is empty. If only they would talk to one another and not to me.
There are moments, most unexpectedly, when something inside me tries to assure me that I don't really mind so much, not so very much, after all. Love is not the whole of a man's life. I was happy before I ever met H. I've plenty of what are called 'resources'. People get over things. Come, I shan't do so badly. One is ashamed to listen to this voice but it seems for a little to be making out a good case. Then comes a sudden jab of red-hot memory and all this 'commonsense' vanishes like an ant in the mouth of a furnace.
-- C. S. Lewis,A Grief Observed |
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| Dear Dom, |
[Apr. 21st, 2012|12:29 am] |
I've been reading our chat logs.
| (8:23 PM) dominique o'rile: | we're close not physically but good friends at heart :) |
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| (8:23 PM) Lisabelle: | ya. which is more important la. seriously. |
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Yup. I guess we're really stretching that distance now huh.
| (12:16 AM) Lisabelle: | my list is gonna be damn long |
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| (12:17 AM) dominique s: | ahahhaa |
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| (12:17 AM) dominique s: | but you're lis the belle. |
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| (12:18 AM) dominique s: | its supposed to be long |
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Ya you wait until I make a list about you.
| (12:29 AM) Lisabelle: | i sent you one every year lor |
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| (12:32 AM) dominique s: | ahaaha |
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| (12:32 AM) dominique s: | i know |
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| (12:32 AM) dominique s: | i kept all! |
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| (12:32 AM) dominique s: | :) |
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| (12:32 AM) dominique s: | AND |
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| (12:32 AM) dominique s: | you always start with UNCLE. |
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| (12:33 AM) Lisabelle: | HAHAHAH |
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| (12:33 AM) Lisabelle: | where got! |
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| (12:33 AM) dominique s: | ahhaha |
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| (12:33 AM) dominique s: | where got. |
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| (12:33 AM) Lisabelle: | where got |
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| (12:34 AM) dominique s: | EH UNCLE...
>>.....................
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love, Lis |
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| (12:34 AM) dominique s: | HAHAH |
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| (12:35 AM) Lisabelle: | hahahahaha |
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| (12:35 AM) Lisabelle: | only one |
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| (12:35 AM) | Lisabelle has changed his/her personal message to ": )" |
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| (12:35 AM) dominique s: | ahahahhaa |
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| (12:35 AM) dominique s: | okay laaa |
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| (12:35 AM) dominique s: | only one. |
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Always.
| (2:00 AM) dominique Y: | okayyy then i can let you decide on the design and all |
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| (2:00 AM) dominique Y: | haha |
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| (2:00 AM) dominique Y: | then you can leave your mark on it :) |
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| (2:01 AM) dominique Y: | BELLE |
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Where now?
| (1:41 PM) Dum Dom Loves Mr: | i believe that when its our time to go |
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| (1:41 PM) Dum Dom Loves Mr: | there's nothing we can do about it. |
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You're telling me.
| (2:24 PM) Dum Dom Loves Mr: | BELLE |
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| (2:25 PM) Lisabelle: | haha sorry i was doing sth |
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| (2:25 PM) Dum Dom LovesMr: |
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| (2:25 PM) Dum Dom LovesMr: |
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| aahhaha no worries luhh | | i just felt like calling your name |
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Dom.
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| Dear Dom, |
[Apr. 19th, 2012|04:16 am] |
Josh is going to see you today, bringing you flowers because of what you did ages ago.
I'd forgotten about that.
You went all the way to the station, although you really didn't have to. I remember now a strange feeling in my chest. |
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| Dear Dom, |
[Apr. 18th, 2012|11:54 pm] |
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My friend said that your SDIABR cover is really good. Because it is. |
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| Dear Dom, |
[Apr. 18th, 2012|01:41 pm] |
Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its colour
I know what you'd say. 'Belle always so poetic.' Those exact words.
But that was WS Merwin, not me.
This is me --
Come back. |
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| Dear Dom, |
[Apr. 17th, 2012|06:39 pm] |
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I wish you'd given me your guitar to paint the last time I was in sg, and I wish that I'd brought it here, so that I'd have it now. |
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| Dear Dom, |
[Apr. 17th, 2012|06:30 pm] |
yes, I'm on one of my rants now. And I know you'd listen because you always listen to my rants, and you actually pay attention. I really want to go see you, and Daryl, and your mum, tomorrow. But as you know I'm stuck all the way here in London. I was gonna ask y-k-w for money to fly back, and then I realised that I wouldn't be able to make it, even if I left today, which I couldn't, because SQ won't let me book a flight for today. I checked.
Now would be a good time to build that time-travel device we talked about. Or was it teleportation? I think it was teleportation.
But this is real life, and I can't make one, and you're not here to help me, and even if you were we wouldn't be able to make one anyway because we're both noobs, and also most importantly you're dead and this makes no difference. |
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| Dear Dom, |
[Apr. 17th, 2012|06:18 pm] |
There are so many people writing on your wall. At first I was really irritated, but then I got to watching this ridiculous video of you and one of your slapbets. Not that, after 3 minutes, you'd actually slapped the guy properly. And then to reading all these posts from your juniors or random people saying how they'd really appreciated you making them feel welcome, at ease, important. Showing them around when they were new. And then I saw the point of all these people posting on your wall.
You are literally the kindest person I know.
I realised that about 8 years ago, and I'm realising it again now, not because you're dead, but because it's true. And I know a lot of kind people.
What're you doing with that big heart now huh Dom.
Please stop this. Please stop being dead.
Btw my iPhone deleted all our messages and whatsapps when it was acting up. I didn't think much of it back then cos as you know I'm really not very sentimental. However I am now thinking of switching to a Blackberry. |
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