Not So SpecialI don't feel too special today; though I think that I've been set apart. I think it's strange to think that pieces have functions unto themselves...Not So Special
At least in chemistry it's true. But then again, I think too much, at least so much, I don't really know what to do. There are paths layed out before all of us and I'm afraid of where each might lead. The divinations lead to so many complications of belief and standard. By far, this scar will leave a lasting mark. I'm not so whole today, though I am missing nothing of myself. My readings imply my chaos to come, and the lack of movement and structur
ConscienceFractured and beaten, his own words he's eaten within a hearty humble pie. What would possess him to commission such an ambitious mission delving deep into one’s mind’s eye? He hears songs sung alone with words too well known as heavy steps carry feet along. Silk-clad and sad, the hatter jabbers mad, smooth inconsistencies to tempt all who he may deflower in the wake of his suave debonair. Making rankings and rantings with ratings and hatings he judges with the haste of a mullah glut of pride. All smug and consistent, his thoughts are resistant to the hypocrisy that dribbles down his chin. &nbConscience
No InspirationI can't see past the misguided mind's eye of the bile hidden beneath the inch deep pile of dust collecting in my eaves. If inspiration's holy than I am simply not singled out. Not in religions or great visions that the profound arbiters seem to shout... in fact i'm without the inclination inside the shallow basin that is supposedly housin my brain... oh i'd quote, but that's not what i wrote, not on the insides of eyelids that speak to me every night- I curse the verse that might recited be by the legend that would not and could not be me.No Inspiration
OldIf you can find the inspiration in a few words you have an inkling of my mind. Such a phrase may provoke the impression that I am arrogant... and I could care less either way (yes that was antagonistic) You'll find that I'm also sadistic. I feel the pain and I'm constantly asking for more. I can't ask any more of you than to look me in the eye, because there's an entire universe in your own. The visions that are hidden in the depths I may never know, but I know the things I feel, the pains all too rea, the love that's too deep to uproot, the fiery anger that is too great to extinguish, anOld
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vnutriHiddenThe glass bottle was hidden under the china cabinet. Edda had been searching for it all day. She had wanted to put the lady bugs she had spent all morning capturing in it and thus be able to keep them forever. She wanted to give them to her daughter one day because she felt that by the time she had children, there would be no more lady bugs.Hidden
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Joy
What's going on?
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Mayank
"Listen to your heart, what does it say?"
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"The worst thing about memories is believing that you'll forget them"
~Kate~
Personally, I don't usually enjoy cappachinos, but whenever I'm in the area, I like to stop by and get one. I'll probably post more when I get more photos.
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My e-journal happens to be here. It's got some cool stuff on it. Woo.
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-Chris
"I want to crawl around in your mind"
-Kate Noland
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Its the Little friggin' Mermaid, goddamnit!!
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