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You’re one of those people for whom “normal” is a failure of potential.

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there’ll be sun sun sun all over our bodies
and sun sun sun all down our necks…

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‘See those stars shining in your eyes, I know…I got to keep them there.

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slated in prose/poetry

Your voice would fill my heart with promises
And we could keep them together

03 February 2002 Sunday

I can be true

slated in prose/poetry, mused at 8:13 pm

so many people crying
and many people trying
so what am I supposed to do?
I can cry too, I can try too,
And I can be true…

01 January 2002 Tuesday

slated in moments at 9:13 pm

how does anyone stay awake all through one (work) day?? absurdity. and then there’s the cold outside…and often inside as well… i gape at the monotone-ness of it all. and no, that’s not a word misuse. monotony is mother’s lectures. the work everyday and the cold everyday is monotone-ness.

17 January 2001 Wednesday

appetite

slated in prose/poetry, mused at 6:18 am

surely this is what life is. the brief moments…the little realizations…the small things learned…or remembered. what could be more reliable? more comforting than the erraticacy of thought… the precision of observation and the controversy of definition… this is the place that has chosen me; this is the life that i carry and puzzle over, basking in each found glory of each new moment, each old truth learned. and in the moments that simply pass, without event… i revel in that too… my greediness seems only to earn me more… the center of life and infinity is owned by perception of perpetuity… i can almost see it beginning again…

01 January 2001 Monday

slated in mood at 8:01 am

i am tired, and in a decidedly …not bad mood, but a solemn and annoyed one… i’m good…i’m not unhappy…just impatient and tried and tired and annoyed… contributing to this is the frequent reminder of how dumb too many people are. or the unnecessary lapses of the uninherently dumb people. i don’t like it. and if they’re gonna be dumb, let them do it in their own space, on their own time; ‘not subject me to their contaminating disappointingness.that said, i hope everyone else is having a comparably carefree evening, and experiences a breezy tomorrow…

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