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At points in time, at points of reason, things get itchy. There are issues in life that we all face that consistently make us want to tear things up, or possibly out, and I have one of these issues. The previous entry spoke very little volume about what exactly I'm talking about, and being that this update is partially up for public view, I'd like ( Read more... )

Never. It has been forever and a few minutes since the time I had decided to write in this. I have not been ignoring it purposely, I have in fact, been on tour in Australia, and concentrating my time on a woman who has accidentally tripped into something that I've never been into before. This rambling sensation in my head that makes the papers not ( Read more... )

I've been writing poetry non stop for the last week ( Read more... )

Getting away from home and into the hands of a professionalCamera shot pans of person in bed. White sheets so you can see his outline underneath. The sun is out, lighting the room, pillows all over the place, strange position. Noise coming from kitchen of someone making food, alarm goes off: 10:30am. Droned ( Read more... )

My hands are getting slow, my typing's getting worse. My wrists are always sore, my posture is lying on the ground. My fingers are moving faster than my brain, My timing's off, I can't reach that itchy part on my back. My brain thinks everything's spelled phoenetically ( Read more... )

The time is 7:00am, but it always is, even when it’s not, really. I set my clock forty minutes ahead to get a head start on my own mind. It’s easier to think that I’m running late when I wake up than to wake up and roll around wondering if it’s even worth being awake on that specified day, and today is one of those days ( Read more... )