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porch chats of monostat...
what else can I say?

...The sun never rises in my current world. Even in the day if feels night. The bright colors have faded, and everything is gray(grey), and all my words now reek cliché ( Read more... )

Without a doubt... I have become something that I am not... And this is an impossibility.

Walking in the folding spaces and stapled ranges, my name reaches across it all, but I can't find my face. People sit and walk: run... past .,,.the Me. my ass, and reaching out. Stretching from the stars, and grasping at the SuM, the calculation is all ( Read more... )

I'm in class, and my head feel like a weeble wobble. "It weebble wobbles, but it won't fall down." I wonder how long it can hold out. My eyes feel like they have been blasted with angry lemons, bulging with spite.

I just saw a Short film in this class, and it made me feel... I like that. perhaps I will bring it to the house... its nice.

...Java bad mmkay

:(

I took my mirror and broke it. I wanted the image different.

but now I have seven years bad luck.

seems like I need to swim in the creek.

If I was on the way to the mountain, and I stopped to take a look around and someone stole my toes that would bother me. I am not the one that hates the one that takes the toes, but I am to be disappointed that they are gone. “Bummered” as that would be, to have that happen; I would think that eating a bowl of ice cream soup, and skating with ( Read more... )

I was in the shower and something dawned on me... Why can't we make mechanical devices that don't run on electricity (at least in the conventional sense) or some sort of combustible fuel? I mean, people, horses, elephants, and whales do all kinds of work... and all they are running on is various foods, such as: grass, grains, fish, and water. ( Read more... )

Here I am, home, alone, arms and legs weak from too many pain relievers. My fists cry for the beating of some unforeseen object, and while my heart aches... it lets them do nothing. A grass and mud stain on the white good parts of the world, and my beginnings are from that of ash and betrayal. I know not that of which I am created, nor does it's ( Read more... )