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When I was alone, you promised a stone from your heart.
I'm feeling bombastic.
It's 12:17 on what is now Tuesday morning.
I have school tomorrow.
Currently reading "Scar Tissue." Anthony Keides from Red Hot Chilli Peppers wrote it. It's a Godly autobiography.
I watched an interview with Charles Manson on CNBC the other night.
His dead silver eyes. The swatzika on his forehead. The story itself. All of ( Read more... ) -
Are you really here, or am I dreaming?
Good morning, gray sky. Shall it rain another day? Or shall we see the sun? One can only guess.
My brain is a battle field. My thoughts set off explosions like hidden mines beneath the ground. Each emotion is a grenade. Each idea is a gun shot through the silence.
My heart is in a good place.
I saw Rebecca yesterday. The visit made me extremely ( Read more... ) -
I'm writing 2 today.
This one says
MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!!
And also
I got a record player
And records
And I am loving life
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Typing blindly.
I am writing this with my eyes closed. I will erase nothing yet. I want to be free. From the agony of patience. I want to vbe free from being blind. It is painful, waiting like this. It is a cycle I have lived this before. I do not know how well I type with my eyes closed. I do not know how well I lived through life with my eyes closed eithr. ( Read more... ) -
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"Lose one friend.
Lose all friends.
Lose yourself. "
"Why are all the other pages blank?"
"Nothing else seemed important."
