take care,
J.J.
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a lavender dream
a subtle smile
from the freak
over in the
corner
i once spent
a month with
a woman with
purple hair one
weekend in the
90's
she tasted like
a lavender dream
on a bed of black
roses
she didn't believe
in marriage or love
i was simply a way
to pass the time
you don't find that
kind of refreshing
honesty anymore
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colored by a genius stuck in the crowd
agony is watching
the young do all the
things you used to
be able to do
but not as good
as you did
that's not nostalgia
talking, that's the
reality as colored
by a genius stuck
in the crowd
i saw some guys
i went to high
school with
and the first thing
they brought up
was my jump shot
i never was more
proud
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hired a new woman
the local news station
has hired a new woman
to do the weather
a blonde with nice tits
it's always good when
they give the perverts
something to get excited
about at noon
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for someone like me
her tongue tasted like
a rainbow that no one
was ever able to find
i get lost in her eyes
think of this glorious
future i never thought
was ever possible for
someone like me
one of these days
she'll realize that
i do lover her and
her alone
hopefully before she
does what the rest of
the ones for me did
before they figured
it out
find something better
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in the mountains of this utopia
my nightmares are like
a poison that i enjoy
inflicting upon myself
i can hear all the old
lovers telling me over
and over about the
piece of shit i am
the mirror each
morning is their
affirmation
i refuse to die
and give them the
pleasure of knowing
they were right
i'd rather be this lonely
bitter fuck lost in his
own ego and majestic
ability to string a few
words together
one of these days
i'm going to get high
enough to actually
cuddle with the neon
in the mountains of
this utopia
hand in hand with
this spanish angel
who lovingly chooses
to ignore my faults
instead of fighting
endless battles that
no one ever wins
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the only soul that matters
dead goose on
the highway
the neon fades in
the dying embers
of a bitter promise
of a better tomorrow
love costs whatever
the man in the funny
hat says it does
wish upon the only
star you can see in
the sky
beneath the purple
haze is an old bean
bag chair, a torn
flannel shirt and
the last dreams
of kurt cobain
wake up in a ditch
and remember how
your father never
loved you
pretend you're the
only soul that matters
to someone out there
the alternative is
enough to drive
anyone insane
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J.J. Campbell
