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at work the funniest thing happened-- i had an epiphany... "i don't like my job anymore." just like that. out of nowhere.

it's something i should have known sooner, really. i've been getting increasingly more rude with the asswipe customers (telling them to "fuck off", for instance) and more grateful to the kind ones. when talking to my boss i've just been spacing out because...
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i love Nine Inch Nails...

it's times like this i remember the Hagakure-- matters of great importance are of little concern. matters of little importance are of great concern.

Tom once said my ability to apply something i've just learned was incredible... a real compliment coming from him.

i miss Tom.

Orange Monkey plays on the 25th and they need every able body.

where was...
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the screen continually spasams Jekyl and Hyde in an epileptic fit.

you'd think that the city was attempting to plead its case-- man and beast. the dichotmy of the human condition that resides in us all... a terrible struggle to overcome the monster that would succumb to impulse.

you could think that, but you'd be wrong. the city is attempting to warn you: Jekyl was...
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i didn't drink angry last night. that's good. really good.

twizted. last night i had a lot of jell-o shots. like, a lot. and it was in the intrest of SCIENCE!

"Okay, I need to know which ones to make for the party. Did you like the Cosmo?"

"Uhh, I forget what it tasted like."

"Have another one." etc...

so the other night she runs her finger over my forearms... "You're free in ways I...
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that's how my life gets, yannaw?

a coincidence cocktail...
want to know a little secret? maybe some other time.

before we left for the club i made Devin go into the tanning salon and ask the Russian counter girl to come out with us. she had come out to speak with Devin earlier and offered him a tour inside the store, to which he declined. he obviously didn't realize she was trying to get to know him. anyway, as they walk back outside he...
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decelartion: moving the brain back into the jar; saturating it in nutrients, monitoring with the hyper electrodes. a lulling, onomatopoetic melody generated from the housing system massages it back into the gentle, indolent arms of sleep.

that's how things work... my brain does not shut off, it merely dreams. only occasionally does it stir so that it may drink from the actulizations of invention.

this...
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who have i become?

with my bare hands i have molded it from imagination and through the white hot kiln of my will it has come to solidity.

the mirror is full of deciet but it never lies...

tony...
ynot...
tony...
why not?

why not?

i'm glad tom is gone.

don't ever, even for a second, take that to mean that i have any problems with tom... about anything... ever. it just means that all i was doing was drinking, hanging out, working. rinse repeat. not a moment to myself. but man, i had a really good time.

so there is this girl i'm starting to get sweet for. the...
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i gotta work again today... which will bring it close to three weeks of working every day.

awesome.

i gotta cover my boss cuz his girlfriend is getting suicidal. yeah... and one of my friends O.D.'d on medication, went nuts and broke into his cousins house. which isn't like him even in the slightest.

seriously, what the fuck is going on?

anyway-- i was in...
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