Tuesday, September 20, 2005
no time to post, too busy dodging bombs and tucking in my shirt.
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Sunday, September 11, 2005
There is a beauty in the silence. In the cold, dark corners of caverns, long worn by underwater rivers. When I feel like screaming, I imagine myself there, alone in the quiet. Then, with all the strength in my lungs I cry out, shreading the silence, ripping it to pieces, and watch it bleed, pouring down the walls, gushing like something from a nightmare. It calms me, the death of something so beautiful. It comforts me, and my frustration is gone. There is only bliss.
had nothing better to do at
1:44 AM
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Monday, September 05, 2005
*sigh* still no cast list...
had nothing better to do at
1:41 AM
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