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I feel guilty spamming my other flist with too many poems at once.
To look out the window one autumn morning
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Well this is pathetic.
I'm not so good w/ bio >_<
In terms of trying. So I crawled into bed last night trying to fit Population Dynamics with the rest of the course. And this morning, I was still thinking about it.
I wonder if it's really easy and I'm just thinking too hard.
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Notes to Self
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Somehow, it's 2:30 PM on a thursday afternoon, I've hit "ctrl+r" on my f-list too many times, have a cramped hand from too many hours of tetris and clicking pokemon eggs, and still have no motivation to open the bio textbook.
...Aeris fails.
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KDSFJL:DS
Oh gods.
My throat hurts and my head hurts and the back of my throat burns and my nose is stuffy and please don't tell me I'm sick.
...I've also spent half an hour.
On one sentence.
Someone shoot me now.
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YAY
5:35, a NwB drama and 3000 words later, .signal. is sort of done.
Don't die on me.
I have you saved in 3 places.
And I have bits and pieces of Change. So I can probably do that tomorrow...Or tomorrow night.
G'night sweet prince, may flights of angels sing thee to thy rest and by sweet prince I mean...I dunno what I mean.
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...Now why would you go through my open entries when you have an English ISU due? I just realised that you probably went through a couple pages of failetry. fail!poetry. faoetry. ...I dunno.
Don't blame me if you fail yo~
I do not like this assignment. I am listening to the dude talk again. I also have no idea what I expected in the first place.
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omfg.
Or something along those lines. You have got to be kidding me.
Someone tell those bugs to STAY AWAY FROM MY NECK. In particular, just above my collar bone.
So not only is it itchy as hell 'cause it's on a bone ish area.
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The rain pounds against the window. There’s no other word for it - it doesn’t drizzle, drip, flutter, or tap. Relentless sheets, waves, driven by the wind, delivered in droves from the clouds above.
Somewhere, a fox bride’s wedding went wrong.
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