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i love pete's blog entries.

Sunday, October 22, 2006
'baby dont worry about a thing cause every little thing is gonna be alright'

we played in front of 40,000 people today in a place we've never even been before.
this is a piece of our life, cut pure.
unadulterated.
you have made us what we are.
sometimes i get chills when i see patricks back in front of all of these singing mouths.
i cant put the words together to tell you what it means or how it feels.
like you are in the worlds biggest gang.
or slipping through the longest dream.
i got my shoes stolen in sao paulo.
they are the shittiest looking converse i ever had.
kind of funny.
"friends dont let friends get famous".
i know you dont really get me because i kind of write in a "or the user has trabelled outside of the service area" kind of way- but i dont really get me either.
fell asleep in the mirror the other day,
sick to death of comparing myself.
every word has already been written.
every government has been done.
every hairstyle has been tried.
but give me sometime, dont write me off yet.
im not always the person i want to be-
but you make me want to be him.
silly boy all this is ever gonna get you is carpal tunnel and bad eyesight-
but i wish i was the mirror reflecting you back so i could make your eyes look carefree.
sometimes i think i about that night that we madeout until our lips went numb.
the words are all over the place.
but you are lightning in a bottle.
i am in love with the accents in south america-
the streets are museums,
the culture is breathing- alive.
rolling 'r's is way cooler than rolling your eyes.
the way i think of you is billboard big, only i could never tell anyone.
last night i had a dream that we were breathing underwater.
our love will go down (in history).
i hope the keys keep clicking, the kids keep singing-
its all "if they could see us now"s versus "they'd be spinning in their grave"s
penned in on all sides.
lets split town.
its always "i dont care what anyone thinks" except everyone always does.
and "better in the long run" always means sleeping alone now.
stop trying to save me.
except if you ever did i dont know what id do with myself.
silly boy youre just dying to be tragic silly boy youre just dying to be tragic silly boy youre just dying to be tragic silly boy youre just dying to be tragic silly boy youre just dying
time for sleep.

posted by xo @ 8:29 PM

yeah. wow. i love him.