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BlowingLikeTumbleweed
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Name: Taylor
Gender: Male
Interests: Everything about music, I sing, play, guitar, piano, and various other instuments, and listen to it constantly. I think all the time and this leads me sometimes to melancholy and sometimes to elation.
Expertise: Thinking
Occupation: Employee of Happy Harry's, a W
Industry: Clerk
Message: message me
AIM:  iamabluabird
Member Since:
1/3/2007
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| 31 Calzada de la Luz,
San Miguel de Allende, Gto., Mexico
my address for the next two weeks, until the twenty-ninth
any sort of mailed item will be greatly appreciated, and possibly responded to
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| a text to jess: do you remember when we first met? i sure do it was sometime in early september. well i was lazy about it and i waited around. i was so crazy about you i don't know why
and the reply: i was crazy about you then and now the craziest thing of all is that (10) 3 years have gone by : )
i've always suspected it, but now that i know i wish i didn't. oh man it hasn't hit me fully yet, but when it does i'm gonna be down for a long long time.
my cowardice is killing me
i wish there were a word for this emotion so i could say it and get at least some comfort from the definition
i can't scream at the top of my lungs and shatter my lungs with vocalized self-loathing right now and it's making me want to explode
i give up i can't come close here
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| As the sun prepared to rise in Russia, I was drawn east to watch it set. The jetty ignored me like an old friend or former lover, though I am not sure which. I followed its lead by contenting myself with the solitude of silence and together separately we braced our eyes against the molten lining of the clouds. I meditated on the inadequacy of expression and pitied the lone star, its fury misunderstood as a yellow circle in the same way a clean bullethole fails to convey the vehemence of the killer's motive. I heard it thinking, "That is not what I meant at all. That is not it, at all." I nearly consoled it but got distracted by the thought of killing and eating the fishes leaping a few yards from me. Sinking, sinking away, the sun was wrapping its gift of light for the poor peasants of the former Soviet Union. The fire was no longer difficult to bear and as the last invisible rays of ultraviolet disappeared from view a trumpeter played "Taps" for the crowd of spectators and the death of a giant and the waves were first submission for calliope next year...
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| "babys are to killed think about it the only diffrences are size, level of development, enviroment, and depndancy.
size: you could be taller than me but that doesnt mean that i'm going to kill you!
level of development: a male isn't fully developed until there mid thirtys but that doesn't mean your less of a man than the man beside you.
enviroment:we may live in two differnt states but thats not making you more human than me is it?
dependancy: a handycapt person and a toddler are just as human as we are even though they can't fully function yet" -the reply of someone on facebook to a pro-choice post i made on a bulletin board. i almost felt bad replying to this, as it was such a poorly constructed argument absolutely riddled with false analogies, spelling errors, and overall signs of someone who is an idiot (or at least a person who has not been taught to think properly.) if you want to see my reply to her, ask me for it. | | |
| hey man, that's how it goes. i don't really get why so many people are sad and miserable. i'm not saying that it isn't justified, but i just don't get how there's so much justification to begin with. why does the bad seem to weigh more with people than the good? everything i ever write feels cliche and boring and just i've heard it all before. nothing is new; i feel bored with life. and i know it will pass. | | |
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