livingend

People often wonder at why I have few people who would be considered friends. If I could take an all encompassing snapshot of this particular moment in time I would carry it with me to answer these questions without sounding (I hope) more pathetic than most who wonder about these things imagine my life to be. But truthfully, I have no control over how others...
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Here we are, enduring the long trek into nothing, the lights will go out, existence will cease and, nothing.... Its is liberating.

I see those who at one time I would like to consider friends become the manifestation of all the is conventional, the marriage to the college sweet heart, the house with a small room waiting for its time to be a nursery. I imagine a lengthly marriage, maybe til death. I recollect that this woman that I so wanted as a confidant to be utterly...
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I am the amorphous extensions from the polymeric chains of my genetic code. Structure from chaotic experience built on the precise order of surviving inherited traits.

I can't wait for the weather to turn cold again. Even though this has been a pretty mild summer I am looking forward to the first snow fall.

Is it somewhat odd to be haunted by an imagined experience of being conscious while a medical professional saws my sternum in half. humph, didn't think so...

Is this all there is, the daily sharp drag of a razor across skin.

Its a lovely world, sun shine radiant, my socks aren't as warm as advertised and you, for the moment, are only a delightful aberration I congealed from the primordial soup between my ears. Honk Honk, check your mirrors, I am the guy crawling up the ass of the delightful heap of shit your operating to and fro. If you lack stereoscopic cognition I'll help you...
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You fucking sea turtle,

fuck it never mind