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Saturday, August 14, 2004
when you look down out of windows of great height
you may catch the shadows of passing clouds. and the tears dropped softly, softly for the girl that was never there but was endless corridors within corridors murky black depths of her hidden flaws nineteen wasn't a good year neither was eighteen or seventeen don't know how she goes on living when she feels that living is sin. this sadness flows as a dark undercurrent an everpresent deathwish curbed by the thoughts of caned cold corpses and weeping wombs. that were never barren in reality but useless in the end because death is the only statistic that humans cannot argue with. we've tried. and so the happiness gets drained each second each minute each holiday guilt seeps in through the cracks religion's wrought no air to breathe as conscience drowns consciousness the forced laughter a fake front left alone and idle the warm rain falls through windows growing older hurts so much growing closer hurts even more to run, run and keep on running forever sounds a tempting dream. her fuel shall be the pain anger remorse and hurt of remembrances past o! that the shattered memories and spilled blood would fly away on fragile wings and leave her senseless to seeming friendship because she no longer trusts and nearly no longer cares. and so tears drop softly, softly for the girl who was never there but was endless corridors within corridors black pools of pain upon her wooden floors. juice.susceptible had time to talk trash at 12:53 AM
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august 2014. how time flies! i still feel like i have so much more growing up to do. :)
funny how life changes forever with the most miniscule of happenings. the startled meeting of two surreptitious glances in the mirror, the sudden dangled offering of purchase of free flight. the thin results slip, the inconspicuous admissions letter. the bad phone call, a moment's folly of taking advantage of someone. the last thoughtless caustic remark that pushes a strained friendship over the edge. i love/hate life. and i know it's a loan. archiveblog.
newblog. created for EN 3249: The Body - Politics, Poetics and Perception
modern daguerrotypography.
People.
here are the results of my aimless wanderings throughout endless cyberspace. limited in scope but thoroughly interesting, i guarantee.
books this season.
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new chatbox! wow, what an improvement.