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October 8th, 2008 @ 12:42am
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Sometimes I almost believe there is a God when I notice the stark, strange similarities and parallels within nature. Their coincidence is so perfectly synched that I find I doubt they are coincidence at all but some cosmic work of art. For example, the texture of blades of grass and wind are strikingly similar. A cat's tongue and sandpaper. Remarkable! Bloody remarkable... Laughter and the sound of a stream.
Has anyone pondered about keys? I feel keys have gone unnoticed and their ingenuity neglected. I took apart the lock to my loo. It's unbelievably intriguing! Puzzle pieces! Lock and key, something completing the other. It's downright poetic. My god.
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September 3rd, 2008 @ 11:51pm
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I had one gram of marijuana, two bags of loose tobacco, some ska, and seven cartons of cigarettes stored in my closet two days ago. Now it's gone.
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August 20th, 2008 @ 9:29pm
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How does a man who fights dragons for a living end up dying in his home with his family?
They've started to bring down unsung heroes. You know who they are... your mail carriers, your professors, your dragon tamers. They've started with those. Started. It's like eating an apple from the inside out. Like the worms do. And then you take a bite, and the next thing you bloody know, you've got half a worm in your mouth.
And you know the worst part? The sung ones are going to be next.
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