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 What if life is just some hard equation on a chalkboard in a science class for ghosts You can live again but you'll have to die twice in the end in the end we'll meet again |
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 I woke up this morning on the living room floor with a pentagram drawn on my cheek in marker and I a stye on my eye, and as soon as I woke I began narrating my every thought and action as if it would make me leaving more memorable and some how also significant. It was common for me to do this when I was a kid on my birthday except waking up came naturally and with out headaches. |
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 I wrote a letter to a wildflower on a classic nitrogen afternoon. Some power that hardly looked like power said I'm only perfect in an empty room. |
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 I bought my first kitchen table yesterday for my birthday Coffee cups and ashtrays. I was also given an assortment of pots and pans and I finished Beneath the Wheel. I finished it during my break at work and all though work I couldn't think of anything except Hans Giebenrath is dead. |
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 I'm very glad Billy (1) has allowed me to read her journal. Interpretations of death from a ten year old seems to shake me. The dog is eating again, I still can not. I drank alone in the bathtub tonight again, I am frightened by tomorrow, it's almost as if my real life starts, the for real thing, signing up for classes, starting my job, getting a new license, getting pictures developed, getting kacky pants. I too am tired now Embracing thoughts of tonight's dreamless sleep My head is empty My toes are warm I am safe from harm |
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 Lisaveta Ivanova listened to him with horror. So those passionate letters, those ardent demands, the whole impertinent and obstinate pursuit - all that was not love! Money - that was what his soul craved for! It was not she who could satisfy his desire and make him happy! The poor ward had been nothing but the unknowing assistant of a brigand, of the murderer of her aged benefactress! |
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 over the morning hour i went on i came through or in the evening getting tired of getting tired i came up. |
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set by your bed unread in a stack you forgot that you even had |
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 Bailey won't touch any water, and that makes me really sad, that that makes me really sad |
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 O amor envolve uma combinação peculiar unfathomable de compreensão e incompreensão. |
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 I met a guy has a good motto on life, and he brought me down to earth after a day of running everywhere today. I can take down the inspiring "today is the perfect day to get a job" notecard on my door, and quit worry about cleaning everything up. My grandma told me an extended version of the find a penny heads up make a wish saying, then counted to three and asked me 'Do you got it?', put it in my pocket and rubbed my back. I wished someone would just come clean out my closet, leaving only one dress, a pair of pants and a t-shirt, when she asked if I wished for good weather tomorrow, I told her no, my dreams were much bigger. People giggled, and I didn't think it was very funny until now. I keep getting bombarded with the " art is not a priority"speech . My mom took that speech further, and began to act very serious, telling me it was an addiction, and I don't have that inner motivation to do things that are nessesary to be done. I have to admit that If I don't paint for over two days I begin to loose it and thats when I get my "priorties" straight and my head messy. |
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 "Fathers and teachers, I ponder ' What is hell?' I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love." He started to write Dostoevski's name under the inscription, but saw--with fright that ran through his whole body--that what he had written was almost entirely illegible. |
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