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so what if means nothing. long night. woke up feeling rested after so few hours of sleep. awoke in sweat because my room is just that hot and humid. someone kept me up. first time that's happened in a long while. fascinating conversation. double-carriage repeat. there's something remarkably compelling about an exhange of the minds that hits you and throttles you and doesn't let go....
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right. so life continues as it will. plans are made and broken. we find ourselves in compromising committments, circumstantial scenarios that work against our better judgement. And that's grand. Utterly fantastic. Our minds are blown, our perspectives shattered by the reconstituted logic of the night. How we remake our lives after these moments. How we heal and deal and break the seal. We run from...
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So school is done with for the time being. Or rather, my spanish class. Singular. I should be making plans to go back to school. To do all that. But I'm rather not wanting to right now. It was such an overwhelming desire a couple months back. I was tearing my hair out to get all that done with. Now. My priorities feel different. I...
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Okay. It's taken me this long to fully absorb the fact that I'm smitten. Not that there was ever any doubt. I just did my best to wallow in dejection rather than try and go forward and make things better. So that's what I'm going to be doing. Make things better. It's a small step. I've been working things out in my skull for the...
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So my weekend was a tad on the hectic side. Entertaining from all sides. Engaging on all fronts. Now it's mid-week and I'm feeling like the wave I was riding has ebbed and crashed into itself. So blah! The world grows exponentially the more we get to know it. As our knowledge increases, so does our hunger to tether that knowledge to something intense and...
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I want to weep. I want to tear the hair from my head and let loose a cry to silence everything. I am falling. There needs to be a story, or else, none of this will mean a goddamn thing.

Say you start to fall in love. What is the worst that can happen. It's all in your head. But it's a sickness, isn't it?...
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Working on writing. Getting ready to travel again into the near, uncertain future. Hopefully things are great. Hopefully I will have good stories to tell, great moments to hold onto. Here's to partying like tomorrow's child:


betterment

Things are radically different in no real discernible way. Quantum physics are to blame. Particles that interact with other particles are forever entwined across time and space. Destroy...
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Hmm. Long time no update. I'e been working on projects, applying for jobs I don't want, and earning a wage wtih the minimal fuss. I'm writing a new screenplay which I'm really falling in love with. I'm filming and editing a friend's school project. I'm going to California for a weekend to party. I'm going to SXSW to party like crazy for two weekends after...
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Yeah. Okay. Uh huh. I need to scream. I really do. I told someone that today. That I just needed to get off work, drive out to some distant location. Maybe off the road a bit, under some power lines. Just stand there, staring at the horizon, screaming my fucking head off. I have a lot to scream about right now. And I know I...
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I've got a white weasel in my lap. Albino, to be more precise. The little dude's name is Tim Finnegan. He is not mine, nor did I name him. That honor goes to a fellow by the name of Dave Smith, whose reputation reaches a lot farther than mine. So if anyone has a shout out to the infamous Smith and Tim Finnegan, scream it...
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take 2... working my way into my not too distant past. I document the second experience of taking a small dose of something narcotic.

This is where we begin.

I am feeling something come over me. Three mushrooms, one of which was a giant phallic symbol of something. I feel more potent, sure, but there's something else that lingers around the peripheral. The music of...
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something...

What I know about myself, what truly there is to know, is more story than analogy. I am not like anything, but these words right now. We're in the past. Two days ago I heard something that stuck with me. Two people I did not know were discussing their love for their child. They were not married, all there was between them was their...
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