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just finished the first half of an eight hour test and here i am posting about it on a journal that, to my knowledge, no one reads anymore. except me, of course! hmm, i'd probably like it if others read the sometimes over-the-top emotional stuff i write here but i think i enjoy writing as a way of keeping track of my own thoughts ( Read more... ) -
thought for food
i was tempted, initially, to describe it as a recording, a collection, of random noises arranged in a stylish manner. however, the notion came upon me that someone did sit there and arrange them; this someone did put thought into this collection, this poiesis of appreciation for atypical aural aesthetics. i think i'll listen some more. -
just some lists
five things ( Read more... ) -
theories and poetry
i've come up with a theory about my past blog usage. it's pretty depressing, so i'll keep it on the downlow. In fact, haha...that's part of the experiment to test the theory. you know what i'm talkin about...the scientific method! hehheh ( Read more... ) -
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there is this girl i had sex with over the summer. it happened a few times, actually and each time was vastly different. physically, it felt pretty good. there were some problems on the emotional level, though. we never did it because we were attracted to one another on an intellectual, spiritual, or emotional level, rather it seemed like we ( Read more... ) -
Emotional Abuse
What is emotional abuse? I here must defer to the descriptions I have found on this website ( Read more... ) -
truth
truth is subjective ( Read more... ) -
old poetry day, part 2
appreciate the silence, please
talking, talking,
still you're talking
but what you're saying
I'm not quire sure.
With a head so full of hot air
your mouth must be a real gift,
else you'd likely float away
like a good year blimp.
talking, talking,
still you're talking
when will you stop,
this death of silence?
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old poetry day, part 1
ah, the day was passed as well any day should be: in the comforting arms of a lonely tree
The wind blows through her branches, and she sways for me like a beauty out of time, telling me there's one place and one alone which can ever be called mine. And I feel it to be true, as I welcome her warming embrace with the ( Read more... ) -
relationships
life is so confusing. what's more so, is relationships ( Read more... )