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Passive happen-stance aside, the mundane is becoming disturbingly exotic.

I must take notes.

One may wonder what forces push the everyday person into their daily momentum. Near misses of fate and casual head-on disasters, seem to occur on a daily basis. It is becoming more evident that there are two types of people in this world, those that live out of others and those that live out of themselves. I am confused as to which of these may still be harboring sn oedipal complex and which one was not breast fed, I will leave the classifications up to the professionals.

Nerves are shot like a burnt branch trying to hold on the leaves. DTs suck like an open chest wound in molasses. I sat this morning on the porch chilled to the bone over a pack of wild dogs howling and screaming in the woods to the west. What lies in the shadows is sometimes so foreign, but a glimpse of what could be there reminds one that sometimes the silence of the scream in one's heart is so much more deafening than the screams that find their way to the surface.

Must pay closer attention, but the music still helps.