Pachydermatous
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Thursday, May 07, 2009
I am just in absolute awe of the starkness of old memories. Like you'd thinkscratching the surface of a rusty nail would actually resurrect the shiny and polished one you had. Not! I think I think I think I think in excess. The particles that spanned my 'life' were just dust. The atoms that swirled around were blown away by the wind. The molecule that kept bugging, all it took was one deep breath. It was the happy pill that brought shyness to alchemy. cheerios. Wednesday, May 06, 2009
Uninspired is a word I use very loosely to coin my hiatus with regards to this blog and blogging itself. Nonetheless, I was inspired to blog after reading a few blogs belonging to friends. I thought, why not divulge a little piece of my life to the blogosphere since I rarely even come close to doing that since I started to electronically journal my thoughts. Usually my thoughts are heavily tinged with incomprehensibility to anyone else but me because literally with the pun intended obviously I do not want anyone to know the references and the actual should I say graphic content of it. I'd rather read it over and over again smiling contentedly to myself as I remember myself writing the masked pieces and the reasons for which I used certain words and descriptions to pin down the underlying meanings, creaming them with snide sarcasm something I believe I'm skilled at. Although, now I find myself, through the course of writing this paragraph, uninspired again. Until the moment where I feel truly inspired to write, I shall recede here. |
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about life being me The Writer
someone with lots of goals and aspirations. "I" is how i see myself and "me" is how others portray my being so no point in my explaining who i am. just find out from your read SCREAM!!
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