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HERE'S THE STORY:
where are the people willing to expose their lameness, yet not be consumed by it? the only people i find who aren't acting like there isn't a limp in their step are the people who break out crutches and beg for a wheel chair ( Read more... )

i just make toys, like this -
and i feel like i'm friends with all the babies in japan.

ikuru works because it makes you ashamed of placidness. you see what these characters do - and fail to do - and it attaches itself with an appeal for compare-and-contrast ( Read more... )

i keep my social circle relatively small.

that means everyone is quite significant, at least in some way.

this doesn't seem to be how most people work.

i.e. "you're important to me. you don't remember my name."

every drawn-out, overly-dramatic, falsely-romantic, clumsily-poetic attempt to decorate what's gone and past.... every attempt to let it breathe and carry on and EVERY ATTEMPT TO PRESENT IT UNDER MY NOSE, like i wouldn't be able to pick up the subtleties of the stench of a dozen goddamned rotting roses ( Read more... )

fuck, i don't know what i'm doing. i always feel awkward, always either too subtle or too obvious, cowardly in subtlety and clumbsy in straightforwardness ( Read more... )

lend me some sugar :P ( Read more... )

so.. i used to all think that if things could be really good and deep and important in that spiritual-w/o-the-meta-p, then you should only go for that super-great form. you know.. like.. anything less was just absolutely worthless ( Read more... )

it just gets to be tiring...

when i take inventory of the things i actually care about, there are just a few things and probably too few a number of people. maybe i'm just that self-absorbed and boring, demanding all the wrong things, but.. whatever, it's just sad, and it just gets to be very, very tiring ( Read more... )