I've been working a lot lately.
Much to my surprise, I've been enjoying it.
Which is something that's contradicted nearly everything I've believed in up to this point.
I don't know where I'm going though.
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No matter how blue the sky is, how brown her hair (which doesn't exist other than in my mind) is, how great the tea is, how much I want you to be here with me which is a totally unrealistic desire, it all seems to be kind of empty. Esoteric manuscripts. and no one knows but me that you even exist. I met you for the 80th time in Suikoden II. You ran an inn where I stayed, repeatedly, just to see your hair and the light moving through it. But the whole time you never knew and that made it even more special. I had created my own universe within my mind and the entire time you never even had the slightest idea that I was obsessed with you. It's an amazing thing. Maybe stream of conciousness is my thing. Maybe I need to find an outlet. But what's an outlet anyways. I think a lot of the time creative potential goes unnoticed. People don't need outlets they just need themselves.
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and you can tell that maybe time is out of joint my love. So this is maybe just an SOS, shrapnel, an echo of dead sentiment, measurement tossed to nothing for no one, or wasted effort to shrug.
Or maybe resident incurable romantic defunct in the face of fact
Blackboard formula erased by the next class
But the outlines still intact, and I see it
And I'm still not sure of the meaning
But I'll say it, write it down, and read it for you.
I used to be in love."
I've never been in love.
--
I've been off the drink for a while until tonight. I can feel my veins overflowing with that passion which is that yet to have happened. I know you'll come eventually. You know it too, I'm sure of it. So open your mind and think about it, I'm sure you'll hear me.
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Happy New Year Everyone.
Much to my surprise, I've been enjoying it.
Which is something that's contradicted nearly everything I've believed in up to this point.
I don't know where I'm going though.
--
No matter how blue the sky is, how brown her hair (which doesn't exist other than in my mind) is, how great the tea is, how much I want you to be here with me which is a totally unrealistic desire, it all seems to be kind of empty. Esoteric manuscripts. and no one knows but me that you even exist. I met you for the 80th time in Suikoden II. You ran an inn where I stayed, repeatedly, just to see your hair and the light moving through it. But the whole time you never knew and that made it even more special. I had created my own universe within my mind and the entire time you never even had the slightest idea that I was obsessed with you. It's an amazing thing. Maybe stream of conciousness is my thing. Maybe I need to find an outlet. But what's an outlet anyways. I think a lot of the time creative potential goes unnoticed. People don't need outlets they just need themselves.
--
and you can tell that maybe time is out of joint my love. So this is maybe just an SOS, shrapnel, an echo of dead sentiment, measurement tossed to nothing for no one, or wasted effort to shrug.
Or maybe resident incurable romantic defunct in the face of fact
Blackboard formula erased by the next class
But the outlines still intact, and I see it
And I'm still not sure of the meaning
But I'll say it, write it down, and read it for you.
I used to be in love."
I've never been in love.
--
I've been off the drink for a while until tonight. I can feel my veins overflowing with that passion which is that yet to have happened. I know you'll come eventually. You know it too, I'm sure of it. So open your mind and think about it, I'm sure you'll hear me.
--
Happy New Year Everyone.
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lunna:
OMG-That monkey is so cute. 
Oh and I finally posted my answer to my question if you want to check it out. 
Oh and I finally posted my answer to my question if you want to check it out. 
amok01:
i need to track you down on aim one of these days...