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Aug 21, 2006 12:57

I spend my nights with smoke tangled around my limbs and my eyes half open as I stare at the people that I’m sure are just as temporary as this fucking city. I rub my hands up and down the seams of my jeans like the six train travels it’s electric tracks, except it’s clear that I have derailed and the six is always on time. I seriously wonder if I ( Read more... )

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statikmystre August 22 2006, 00:43:56 UTC
You are an amazing writer... seriously, you leave me in awe.
As sad as it was, it was inspiring. As weird as that may sound... :)

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junkiebastard August 22 2006, 14:10:16 UTC
Have you ever read anything about Buddhism?

Read any book about the basic teachings of Buddha (the one I'm reading now is "The Teachings of the Compassionate Buddha" - E. A. Burtt), and you may find that color returned.

You don't have to be a monk to appreciate wisdom and peace.

Who knows, you might even see some new colors.

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