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I am use to sciences and visual arts and I was never good at English. I find that I treat my words like pictures, constantly sketching over them eliminating the imperfections. I realise by doing this I am stripping away my personality, because my personality is an imperfection in its self.
I want my words to be a true representation of who I am, but ( Read more... )

Something from my past. I still remember the darkness.
When I was eight years old my family and I went to visit our relatives who lived just on the border of New South Whales. The gumtrees overhanging the river were like huge hands overhead dropping leaves into the water. I sat by the riverside with my grandfather as he was teaching me how to fish ( Read more... )

Rigamortis sets in escaping my body remaining oblivious to my physiological surroundings momentarily writing distracting my mind from all the atrocious destructive natures of humanity and desecration of life existent in this cruel 11 dimensional world. Human population having “exponential stability” is laughable observing humanities bacterious ( Read more... )

The first entry in my journal is blank because I wanted it to be so perfect and inspirational that people would instantly think that I was remarkable, but in doing this I would poison my mind with my own lies because I know I am not. Maybe someday I’ll find something in my life so perfect and inspirational that I will come back and fill in this ( Read more... )

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