November 2011
10 posts
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I’m standing in a building, and that’s nothing special really. Look at its lines, all straight, the pipelines run perfectly. Lines: thousands of them filling an unoriginal purpose. Hotel rooms are all the same. The only lines that fit our of place are nailed to the wall, “paintings”. The grass outside follows a thousand different paths. Fall down dear wall as the wind blows...
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October 2011
14 posts
There are a great many things I’d like to own. Too bad most of them can’t be bought: talent, love, wisdom and happiness. I suppose I can work for money. I suppose I can work for any of these things. I suppose, I’ve got a lot of work to do.
An image is a funny thing
If you don’t look at it
It doesn’t look at you
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quaint, shy, unadulterated, beauty
But it’s such a shame to never turn
a stiff neck unbending
blur, red, tired eyes
fail to see a glory shine
I have coffee today. This basically means today’s an awesome day.
I didn’t have any coffee yesterday. That’s a pretty big feat in itself.
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I decided to analyze my tumblr works. So I shoved in approx 2,500 words into the test engine and this is what I got. Afterwords I took a gender test just for fun. After the test it stated that I have a female brain (two sections I passed as male, one stating that I found female type faces more attractive and another measuring the size of my fingers : / ).
The fact that I find mechanics...
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I could live on a green field of grass. It’s always only summer where the nights are warm and where the wind travels through. This isn’t the life I’m wishing to live. I’d lay on the grass and dream of being everything else. I’d sing a broken nursery rhyme. No conversations are ever spoken. I can’t speak of why, but the melancholy days are both bittersweet and ...
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Envy turned into proof that inside of him he was still a petty school out to win. Success isn’t nearly the same thing. If he was in it for success, he would have, very well, felt differently about her present state. He dumped her. With every passing day every each moment would succeed what most people define as melancholy. He had considered himself the smartest, strongest, handsome, in...
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Words
My dear friends,
Mean a world
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Words
But at a Whim
are made nothing
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words our feelings
write them please
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color my life
paint, me, shades of blue
Sketch her face
every perfect line
She adds color.
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It’s funny to watch petty people play favorites. It’s hilarious how they name their paper. Everyone’s so worried about being late and no one stops to and ask the question. Well, it’s very is to ignore an answer. All anyone ever has to do is avoid the question. That way we have nothing to connect it to. That way we don’t have to worry about changing. What we are is...
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Tomorrow is a wonderful day. My plans are piled high. But not today. Today is nothing. I’ll lay my head to rest. I can scarcely recall what hit me. Tomorrow is a day passed, as is my plans, as is today.
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It all came with a flash and it was horrible. Time is something will all lose and no one plans on losing it in a flash. We have plans and dreams and many of us would like to finish those first before the folds of death and time slowly creep over the top of our eyes. What a terrible fate it would be to wake up and realize what little time there is left. The worst part is dreaming of going...
