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On Lying...
White lies - small misrepresentations of the truth - serve only to divide; upon the solid foundation of fear they are the brick and mortar with which we build the prisons of our selves - isolating who we really are from who we seem to be and opening chasms between worlds that would otherwise coexist in harmony. -
Last weekend
was more or less amazing ( Read more... ) -
today is a bad day.
after all that effort trying to write this fucking paper
I get to class and the door's locked.
No one's there.
I check citrus' web site to try to find the professor's email so I can email the paper to him.
He's an adjunt professor. they dont have his contact information.
Fuck life. -
The intro to a paper I'm hopin' is gonna be pretty bitchin'
One sunny afternoon, John and his girlfriend Lisa were laughing and exchanging jokes over coffee outside of a local Starbucks. “Why did the orange go to the hospital?” asked John with a smile. “Because the doctor managed to squeeze him into his schedule?” ventured Lisa. “No,” replied John, “because he wasn’t peeling good.” Both of them burst into ( Read more... ) -
bad poetry.
he stared into the wide and swirling chasam ( Read more... ) -
dug out of my hard drive
A call to ignorance was in order for all the people of the town and they gathered in the square to sing the songs of retribution to wave their empty banners, rally fear and consternation to think as one and not at all, to scream outraged by the infidels’ gall, We’ve been attacked, we must repay, ten pounds per pound of flesh they took away. The ( Read more... ) -
Le sigh
today I woke up and realized the extent of my academic neglect.
I'm not sure if I'm gonna pass my classes.
and I find that notion just a little more than pathetic.
I have a final coming up in an hour that I just found out about.
god damn I fucking suck as a person. -
friend is a four letter word
because it causes flashbacks. like acid. that's four letters, too.
then you slide back into context. realize nothing bad has happened. you stop sweating. you're not then - you're now. relief. you regain composure. no, you're not being eaten alive by Gary Busey. its all good. this is different - and yet the same. so very much the same. not that it ( Read more... ) -
i am jack's raging lack of desire.
i woke up this morning from a lovely dream ( Read more... ) -
mmmmmmuck.
mixed messages and
bungled possibilities.
part of me is thinking "Hmm... You should care, because it concerns the way you're perceived - and you're always concerned with that aren't you?"
... but then the thoughts sink into the muck of apathy.
oh well. isn't the first, won't be the last. get fucked up and die real fast.
word up nigga.