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The reason people don't hear me isn't because I don't speak. People don't hear me because they aren't interested.

I've always aspired to be a quiet person.

I've grown tired of the attention I get from shoulders, scalps and spines...

...and spineless.

I'm always here.

My brain is the slug and my heart is the salt.

I haven't been updating very much, I know... but thankfully, I haven't been home ( Read more... )

I miss the salty night air from off of the river. I had a home there once... I had romance. A quick press of four buttons brought the windows down and I drove with them down the rest of the way home.

Tonight it was alright, I was feeling something other than cold.

I just woke up and remembered what was happening while I was asleep... I don't remember ever having such cliché dreams but.. here we go. It's very broken because I'm just going to write it as it comes to me. Meh ( Read more... )

Lining the sink of my bathroom are the victims of a tiny massacre had not more than twenty minutes ago. The fallen, not more than two dozen, came and went before their time.

Premature grey hair. You will not be missed. Though who is to say whether or not they were premature?

Watch out for me on Valentines day. I will be playing the role of the anti-Cupid- ruining romantic moments and misleading young men and women striaght through til midnight, where I will then kiss a sinner hard on the mouth and disappear into the night ( Read more... )

Because I know you won't.

Leap year.

"I don't think I can take one more day of this." Well thanks, Time. Might it have been more comical to do this instead?


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