Gimme a shout.
Don't feel obligated, but I want your opinions, the two or 3 of you who have read enough of this journal to know everything I have written in it, if you were going to pick one thing in here to post/read somewhere what would you pick?
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Mine is yet to be but will,
Except it is a timeline that travels in reverse, and starts at my death.
It will be read by a myme in my eulogy that he performs for the the room full of blind mourners.
Your fate was chosen for you by a higher power.
Mine was inside of a golden fortune cookie that someone threw from the eifel tower
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leaving ink stains in sleep's eye's crusty remains
the taste of emotions never blessed fall victim to my thoughts nonetheless, orchestrating inside of me
playing the world's choir like a walkie talkie across barbed wire
split second inspiration leaves as quick as the meteor that skips across the record's needle
my atmosphere is lost in subconcious' stratosphere
it's all relative you see
I'ts all relative, or else i wouldn't be me...................... "
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when night's thirst consumes the day
i lay
when the shards of light escape and line themselves across the room
i lay
my mind performs a soliloquy to me
and i wallow in a salty third person sea of memories
referred to as 'him'... per se.... spoken by his persona of the day
i swallow and words perform a seminar on reality
and toward the light i try to follow them
and construct a repotoir for tommorow...
when the day awakes and shakes night from it's face
my third person glaze shines dim in my eyes
my third person eyes cut life down to size
my third person eyes sit and reflect on..and on .... and on
until a vison moves on.. and on...... and on
and it passes me
so long.. so long... so long"
i go back and read this one from time to time, i always liked the way it made me feel
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