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Dorian Gray

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    Mood: Overwhelmed

    Posted on 2008-03-18 16:17:41

       A new day, there before me, immutable
    another day between my uncertain future and I
    Dreams, more dreams, flowing without end, ineffable
    Tomorrow, I will change, I will be better, I will go far
    There, there, everything will be fine. I promise
    Shh, Don't be afraid. You will not get crushed


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    Mood: Brain Fried

    Posted on 2008-03-10 08:01:34

       I wander back here like a lost soul, stuck here out of habit or restlessness? I am back here and I hate it. There is something out there in the "real" world I ought to be doing other than indulge this self-awareness, this narcissistic modern sickness, this delusion of self, worse than living in a sandbox... Oh petty recriminations, you've got me good, rumbling and tumbling down

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    Mood: Sigh...

    Posted on 2007-10-12 23:28:39

       During daylight, another leaf fell. It startled no one.
    The tree branch didn't seem to mind. So why did I feel so sad? There must be something wrong with me.


    I'm back

    Mood: The Usual

    Posted on 2007-09-26 03:20:28

       I don't know why i keep coming back here. I ought to stay away...


    Mood: Sigh...

    Posted on 2007-08-07 07:11:26

       His body is like a museum,
    lonely and dull behind close doors
    Visitors pop in and out
    with glazed eyes and liquid breaths.


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    Mood: Tired

    Posted on 2007-08-01 03:11:36

       Nothing is forever done and I am all loose ends.

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    Mood: Rant

    Posted on 2007-07-30 02:14:22

        It took me a lifetime to learn how to want...properly, adequately without shame or deniability. Right now, I could take all cerebral, skin deep words I could get :)

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    Mood: Thinking...

    Posted on 2007-07-28 00:32:13

       I'm a dreamer even when dreams crush and lash out a vitriol: "I've got no fuel to go on"
    The void in my mind turns into a lush dream where to be empty is to be filled with space. Infinite and Blue.
    The all-encompassing blankness doesn't alter the dream but softens the silent protest shipping through the night...