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The sky scraper. The thought of them, to be inside one, to function through one, provokes the anticipation of an existential terror. To be mechanically injected into the sublime, one's reality being drawn into a scale and a scope of human action beyond one's own ( Read more... )

So, yesterday fell victim to my desire to do nothing. Today, I declare, shall survive ( Read more... )

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Fuck I love this planet.

A gem via farker Dubya's_Coke_Dealer"It's a myth designed to absolve your heroes of failure ( Read more... )

Wow. That was like... swimming.

Fuck.
Soul hurt.

Just gotta keep this bitch on CPR until he wakes up.

Today, as I forced my self out of my hole and into the rain-soaked streets, a song came over the speakers in the record store where I perused, the singer of which claimed that god was watching from a distance. From a distance, from a distance.

I don't think I will ever be able to concieve of a God which is anywhere, if not right HereThen, it does ( Read more... )

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