A lot of times I wish that I could create and live in my own little world. Inside my head I can decipher a handful of bits and pieces that I'd love to put together in order to build this world. These pieces are not consecutive in relation to time, nor do they relate to one another in whereabouts. All in all I hate it here. As each day passes the ( Read more... )

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(I do not use the computer regularly now, nor have I for the past year, if not longer. I wish I had some intriguing excuse, one that boasts of adventures and opium dens with one-eyed harlequins. Instead I just stare, unmoved in search of a tingle as months are forgotten with each blink of my eye)This is rather embarrassing:

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1. cheat on someone and later look them in the eyes and say "i love you too ( Read more... )

Suddenly it's so real, this point of submission. It paints itself vividly and solemly with great attention and the lowest of tones, across your eyes and mouth, wraps itself around your heart and cuts off all movement. Movement. Moving, like an image that deserved so much more regognition than the brief glance, ripped uncontrolably by the pace of ( Read more... )

I try to be calm; I try to sit and contemplate my next meal. I wait by the door pretending to be collected. I say "hello you, where have you been all my life". You dont respond. I say nothing. My feet are on the floor but why wont they move? Isn't there enough breathing room for the both of us? Why are you so far away? If I squeeze do you feel it? ( Read more... )

MyHeritage: Family trees - Genealogy - Celebrities
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Temporarily I'll be covering four co-workers shifts this upcoming week. I need to have at least $700 by the end of this month for rent, utilities, and getting my ass out of Kansas City Power and Light debt! Working doubles during the only space in time in which friends are home is really disgusting ( Read more... )

Weak and unearthed I appear to awake; with the stale over tone of last nights symbolic memoirs still clinging between my ears. I plan out my outfits for the next 13 days; some conservative threads on a dirt ridden fuzzball is the look I'll get away with today. I smoke my last cigarette and finger at my face. My skins getting thicker in an A ( Read more... )