Dare I attempt the internet? God it's been so long. Here it is, ful as always. I feel the sheer power of concentration dripping like an IV full of frozen glucose. The flavors flow into crossed hatchets doth crost my crusty crane. I'm really not sure how I've taken legs off tables and seen the insides of a beast yet slain, whether tis nobler to ( Read more... )

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I found this when I got home today.


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Stained-glass trials of skies concluding, another revolution washed white by the rising sun ( Read more... )

Timbaland's new album is fucking good.

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Reading other people's livejournals makes me feel like I have not been living life or doing anything significant, if only simply because I do not communicate about it. I give nothing for anyone to take interest in. Not words, no, but words are a justification of one's existence.

Somewhere along the way I've lost touch of what is good ( Read more... )

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Did anyone ever think I might like to come home from eight hours of work and NOT SIT THROUGH EIGHT HOURS OF LAWNMOWERS. It's not like the grass is asking to be cut. Each blade of grass may as well individually represent summer, and when you cut it down, you chop away a part of the summer ( Read more... )