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look back
My life is lighted by a new purpose. On an unrelated matter, I don't know that I am good at journaling anymore. I seem to have too much life to contend with to write it into imagination the way I used to. I am most interesting when I am lonely and idle, like a bewildered child in a strange place. Maybe I should be lonelier and idler, but that ( Read more... ) -
Good bye
I have an unfortunate habit that I have only recently discovered. I do not let people be my friend. Eventually I will freeze you out, and you will not know why. Neither will I. -
Today...
I made a Picasso fan of a 4 year old girl. -
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This thing is a skill I have lost. Hold on, let me do some deep knee bends or something. -
Bored yet? Honesty will do that.
It has been a very long time since I posted, read anyone's journal, or even thought of this part of my life, which was once such an important source of identity. There is undeniable strength in the act of journaling. You write your own story, modify it inherently with awareness, hold yourself accountable for your life but somehow forgive it as you ( Read more... ) -
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coooooooooookkkkkkkkiiiiieeeesssss! -
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In the heat my body tries to break apart, to let the air through the gaps between limbs and atoms. I find that I have no time for -
Arrogance
It's a gray day outside and yesterday it rained in huge drops that could knock birds from the sky. If I were Gabriel Garcia Marquez I would say that it did knock them from the sky, killing thousands on the sidewalks and roads, and that all over the city birds walked with us on the streets among their dead ( Read more... ) -
far more
If there is at least one person in your life whom you consider a close friend, and whom you would not have met without the internet, post this sentence in your journal.