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    Mood: The Usual

    "...Like Prometheus we are bound,
    Chained to this rock of a brave new world,
    Our godforsaken lot.
    And I feel that's all we've ever needed to know,
    'Til worlds end and the seas run cold..."

    ...Created 2013-06-25 13:38:37

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    Mood: The Usual

    :)

    ...Created 2013-05-18 17:26:46

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    Mood: The Usual

    I always liked the feeling of someone running their fingers through my hair. As a child it was soothing and as an adult it seemed as intimate as being kissed on the neck. My perspective has undergone a change. I always assumed I wouldnít be like everyone else. That I was special and meant to experience life in a fuller more meaningful manner. Love would strike, the stars would sing, and the sunsets would always have the perfect color of purple tinged around the edges.
    It is around those times that things slowly fall apart. Itís as if one was a worn thread that was being slowly inched out of its proper place and unraveled into a mess of too much exposure and frayed edges. Iíd find myself with those whose names I couldnít recall, wishing that I could have a hot shower and decent conversation instead of lying in a strangerís bed curious as to where Iím going with all these dead ends. Itís taboo to go to your family and speak of these things. How could I go from something so great and amazing to simply finding faded faces to get me through the night without having committed anything but my physical self? I though a kiss was the currency that you exchanged with vows of forever. Now it is as strong as the US dollar since it seems to become only cheaper with each passing exchange.
    This may leave others with the wrong impression. Something Iím really not wanting to be quick to correct because isnít that what reading others work/writings for? To understand what is going behind the scenes, to guess at the grandeur and peculiar nature of those we look to read into? I figured a little fine print should come along with this, but alas find myself truly not caring to place it in. I once was told my intelligence was Ďsexyí. I feel anything but and a little loss for my own ignorance.

    ...Created 2013-04-28 23:58:40

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    Mood: The Usual

    I think being in a constant state of tiredness has finally caught up with my mind.

    How interesting.

    ...Created 2013-04-28 23:37:18

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    Mood: The Usual

    This is probably the most I've ever been sick. It must be something in the air.

    ...Created 2013-04-09 08:53:33

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    Mood: The Usual

    ...Created 2013-03-24 21:13:52

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    Mood: The Usual

    Tired :(

    ...Created 2013-01-08 08:46:26

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    Mood: Sleepy

    Here we go again. Im back to being human with while my hermit tendencies are drawing to a close. If computers could sigh you'd hear mine.

    ...Created 2013-01-07 15:16:39

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    Mood: The Usual

    What is up with the whole "comsume" rage I see on here? It's to the point that I cringe every time I see it.It almost reminds me of a bad poetry reading night where the individual screams and writhes on stage about an itchy rash. Heh.

    ...Created 2012-12-05 18:19:59

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    Mood: The Usual

    Things make me want to laugh, watching spiders race, seeing a squirl seemingly mouth off to me when I stare...I think this is the equivalent to "Finals Anxiety"

    ...Created 2012-12-04 20:42:33

    Be kind, take a few minutes to review the hard work of others <3
    It means a lot to them, as it does to you.

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