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[deadathome]

sometimes I am like a mountain. I am jutting toward the sky at the same time I am eroding. getting bigger and smaller without regard.

all the while the clouds just pass over and neither of us care very much about the other, but together we look damn good. like the best bob ross painting you have ever seen.

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Comments

[ladycake]

sucks 2 b tall. ;)

[deadathome]

i am not so sure what the hell i was talking about there. i'll have to read the scraps of paper strewn about the desk. sucks 2 b tired. or maybe i have west nile already. isn't one of the symptoms shitty journal entries?

[whiskeysoured]

No. You're thinking of monkey pox.

[ladycake]

I get it!

thats funny

[anonymous]

We are like shadows, our lives, misshapen and subsumed by the angle of light. yes.

[deadathome]

how you figure? !!!

[anonymous]

wha?

contact

[anonymous]

hi there, im trying to get in touch with deadathome, whom i believe wrote all those cryptic 'journal' entries under read the writing that reads like righting.
i have a fairly esoteric request as well.
seeing as your site is 1984.com, i stumbled onto it when researching a piece of work i was doing based on the book by that name by George Orwell.
anyway, im going to assume youve read the book. well, i continued on Winston's thoughts in the form of his diary, which he left unfinished... its about 650words, i think, and i was wondering if youd be interested in reading it?
by the way, i really enjoy reading your posts... your esotericism is very intriguing.
if you are so inclined, please write to me at marek_00@hotmail.com to find out more...
thanks a lot