If one party is too drunk to remember talking, and the other party is too asleep to remember talking, and the only proof it happened are some numbers on a phone, what really happened ?

I dream of a beta reset worth fighting for.

To corrupt an innocent, is really to show them what they have been missing out on. And to free them. What a wonderful thing it is.

Sitting here, thinking of some one like Maddi, and realizing how people like her, are the people that we all really fall in love with, sometimes more than others, but in a way we all really do love her, it just happens that way.

Say you could veiw time as a vector with a definate direction. So take another form of time facing the opposite direction with equil volcity, and what will happen ? They should cancel out and you would be left with time standing still.

I'm writing a tragedy.
I wonder how it will end.

It's a fucking trip.

It is as if too say, that when I think of something I usually say it in my head, or see something, something tangible. But the things I care most about, they are special so that they take on something else, no longer a truly comprehendible thought, something else, something more. I know what I am thinking about, but I don't know how, I just do. No ( Read more... )

To-day, to-day was a good day.

The beat pulses as the set plays to life. A player walks onto the stage, and lives. He may speak, to others or himself, but all is lost in the electric sound. The words are pointless, save few, the ones that matter most. They speak of things. %6C%6F%76%65%00 The other people are there as well, but the first one is never gone, the rest simply ( Read more... )