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Writer's Block: How I got on LJ
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I needed to make myself heared and sound intelligent and represent myself in all kinds of ways in case she was stupid enough to really believe the things she had said to me. There you go... thanks for asking, perfect timing, i want to erase all of this, but i'm probably being a baby and not making a decision.
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The F word - the morning after
Through this whole journal, no, this whole life, I keep thinking of how I sounded, was I clear, were I not misunderstood. I keep thinking after every post that everything that came out might make me seem like nothing more than arrogant, self centered, talkative, unaware of many things, annoying almost, everything I am not. And I almost scream ( Read more... ) -
The F word - Freedom!
Current music: Tomorrow never dies / 007
Yes. It’s very good. Eventually I had seen it, I was somewhere new again, but finally it, I was free. I had lived enough to instill in my mind, that what other people think is not the end of the world. It might sound simple, because people are just people, no person is better than the next one, not in a ( Read more... ) -
Drinking coffee
How can one explain himself when given no chance to? Do we really need to work that hard? To have hope, to have patience? To put our head and our energy on other things? Things that feel like fun but may be empty, at least when they come just by themselves?
The worst thing is to not be heard, to be executed without a trial. There is so much that ( Read more... ) -
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Sighs… what a day…
I could tell many things, I can also choose not to, what’s the difference. In the morning I thought the highlight of the day was that my dad finally got a kick in his fat ass from me, but as we know very well, the highlight is that I installed Office 2007, that’s why this font. -
Poem 0 Zero
The judgment lucid, the sight clear
The motivation high, the look firm
The sight clear, the judgment sleeps
The motivation tired, the paper’s near
The sight motivating, the judgment tired
The motivation clear, the look unclear
The motivation forgotten, the judgment clear
The look ok, the judgment unclear
The paper’s ready, the art has changed
The sound ( Read more... ) -
Two guns
(This poem is not specifically about anyone, even if it might seem so, it is a feeling, a bad one. Don’t be afraid, get dark).
Two guns
You have got lots of knives
You’ve picked them one by one from defeated pawns
You’ve sharpened them and waxed them
Some were toys, maybe all
I’ve got two guns
One is silver one is gold
I built them from melted jewelries
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Bottom lining
I had planned to write a very truthful and painful post, but since then, for few days now a quite different post has been taking shape in my mind. In a way it is all related, and the two posts are kind of congruent. But also during the making of this post I was realizing more and more things and I have a sense of something bigger than what I ( Read more... ) -
This Journal
It's all garbage. leftovers at least.
No, it's not... it's genius.
..Ok.. thanks.
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Rock and crawl
I haven't done it before, I'm going to post a song whose music is not ready yet and maybe the song either, but think of a silly R&R kind of.
Everything, was hopeful, before you came,
Blue pill, dopamine in our hands.
Why do people, need metaphors, games, and pain.
Is it fun? To be covered with bands?
Reading music, hearing words, having fun on the ( Read more... )