Your hair is so beautiful, straight, long, perfect and brown; and I'm forced to stare at it, to watch the light refract through the stacks of dead cells, and it's torture to me. I wish I could reach out and touch it, have it ballroom dance with my fingers, and still, you sit there so often, expressionless, totally devoid of any interest. It's wrong, completely.
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I've noticed each little detail, how that silvery substance coats the skin just above your eye, how your eyes are perfectly round and not almond shaped, the way you walk, and the uniqueness of your facial structure. It's the little things that count.
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Then it all comes crashing down. My mind wanders into corners of reasoning I'd rather not venture to. The philosphical high country. That place where not many others go, but I can't stop myself, even with the utmost effort; and what I see in this land is the fact that the silvery powder and the straightness of your hair is irrelevant, hopeless. I see the deterioration of all things down as far as the molecular level. The end of remembrance, so thus in suit, all existance. Some people say it's chemistry that forces me to come here so often, this astralplane of nothingness, this land devoid of any hope or optimism. It's the blackness, the stars, the void, the lackluster lack-anything normality of this place. Because one day all that silvery substance and that beautiful hair is going to be nothing. No one is going to remember it or care, there will be no notes made in history books of me staring at your beautiful hair, and that is incredibly unfortunate, because..I think it's extremely important.
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The other day I noticed an itching in my throat, which I knew was going to progress into a sore throat. Sure enough, it did. An hour or so later I got really hot, things were either 120 degrees or 20 degrees and I had chills, and almost passed out after getting some medicine, which finally made me feel a little better so I could get half-sleep for the night. It was a scary experience. The next day I was groggy and not sure about what was going on because of all the antihistamines I ingested. The same goes for today although I had the worst sore throat I've ever had in my whole life. Now my voice is destroyed. I've never had larengitis before, and maybe I don't now, but regardless, this is strange. I can hardly talk at all.
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I saw Kill Bill. It is one of the greatest movies of all time. I'm looking forward to seeing Lost In Translation this Friday.
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Ah yes, Synnove has a new set up now. It's wonderful!!
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I've noticed each little detail, how that silvery substance coats the skin just above your eye, how your eyes are perfectly round and not almond shaped, the way you walk, and the uniqueness of your facial structure. It's the little things that count.
--
Then it all comes crashing down. My mind wanders into corners of reasoning I'd rather not venture to. The philosphical high country. That place where not many others go, but I can't stop myself, even with the utmost effort; and what I see in this land is the fact that the silvery powder and the straightness of your hair is irrelevant, hopeless. I see the deterioration of all things down as far as the molecular level. The end of remembrance, so thus in suit, all existance. Some people say it's chemistry that forces me to come here so often, this astralplane of nothingness, this land devoid of any hope or optimism. It's the blackness, the stars, the void, the lackluster lack-anything normality of this place. Because one day all that silvery substance and that beautiful hair is going to be nothing. No one is going to remember it or care, there will be no notes made in history books of me staring at your beautiful hair, and that is incredibly unfortunate, because..I think it's extremely important.
--
The other day I noticed an itching in my throat, which I knew was going to progress into a sore throat. Sure enough, it did. An hour or so later I got really hot, things were either 120 degrees or 20 degrees and I had chills, and almost passed out after getting some medicine, which finally made me feel a little better so I could get half-sleep for the night. It was a scary experience. The next day I was groggy and not sure about what was going on because of all the antihistamines I ingested. The same goes for today although I had the worst sore throat I've ever had in my whole life. Now my voice is destroyed. I've never had larengitis before, and maybe I don't now, but regardless, this is strange. I can hardly talk at all.
--
I saw Kill Bill. It is one of the greatest movies of all time. I'm looking forward to seeing Lost In Translation this Friday.
--
Ah yes, Synnove has a new set up now. It's wonderful!!
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grooverider:
still- being bruce lee n' all, you should be up on your feet in no time!
grooverider:
white frog buttons?