dane_valek

We sit together as we used to, staring at the TV screen. A Movie from the past before us, and the past between us makes this a movie of itself. The film has finished, and I, tired from the struggle, have been battling sleep for the two hours of its life. You mention you need to go to bed so you can go to work...
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Good day, today.

I called in si--- I mean, I was sick today, and HAD to miss work, otherwise I wold have gotten everyone else sick. yeah, Thats it.

It was a good emotional holiday. I finally was able to enjoy myself for the first time since the Ex and I split. I didn't do anything, but I feel like the day was so productive,...
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Sleep, how I loathe thee. My post last night was taken away by the demon in my dreams who keeps my eyes closed. I went to sleep with the intentions of a short nap. I woke up to my alarm about 2 hours later, and turned it off, looked around, and wandered back to my bed. To anybody who may or may not notice this...
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Something on the ground
you catch vision grand
deliver and compound
the masquerade within your hand.

If you feel you must be free
then fly
hurt once upon a time
now die
In the end the questions bloom
you'll lie

"Can't you see what's happening here?" Her voice echoed off of the dull gray walls, and shortly thereafter silence consumed the room.

The truth was that she was alone. A single solitary hair hanging before her eyes. She blinked to test it's permeance, and found it remained. In that moment she realized a brutal fact that had not yet occurred to her. The swirling green...
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I'm finally getting closer to Being me, again, with a little help from Mr. Reznor.

{-Text Deleted- It's not like you really care, anyway}

Thank you Trent Reznor for somehow easing the pain, regardless of the irrelevance of your words to my situation.

I was driving home after the obligatory trip to my local caffiene dealer, and I truly perceive our physical existence. I don't know why or how, but my brain, and body disconnected. There I was, driving down the street, noticing the cars around me, making proper right turns; and my brain is off in some dark cavern, contemplating my own existence. A million miles away,...
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Someting so beautiful in the lines carved into the cold steel slide of a pistol. It makes me happy.

I heard once that there is a chemical reaction that happens when a man sees, or holds a firearm. I can definitely understand. Power trip? Maybe. I know that I enjoy the hell out of it.

By the Way: I don't need to see commentary on...
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