sometimesaway

Ok...

so who purchased me some time back here? well, i'll update a bit later with all the happenings in my life as soon as possible, and thanks to whomever got me back up and running.

adam

These are such strange days for me.

For all of us.

Power on through it brothers and sisters! Keep ya heads UP!


Adam

It's dark and smoky here, as things will be for a few months more before they lay down anti-smoking laws that aim to make us better, stronger, smarter, and more like the cleaner class of people.

My family? My family's never been all that clean. My father's parents come from the country, from the ground, from growing and holding and keeping things. Their hands got...
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breath

Imagine a room made up of the dust left over on the top of people's dreams. Scattered there haphazardly by the demons of doubt that were built by the fear of tommorrow and the regret of yesterday.


Time passes there just as it does in all places. Dust piles up and over and shifts itself into little rudded hallows that sometimes resemble the faces...
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November 21st and all is just as it is.

There's a man who has spent this day gathering together his divided life and throwing his meager possessions into some form of order. He's moving out of a friends house to get into an apartment with another friend, named Russ.

He want to tell you that moving in with Russ is giving him great waves of...
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I've been seeing a wonderful woman for a bit now. It's been a difficult experience in a number of ways, not the least of which is her remaining attachment to her ex-boyfriend. She left him because he didn't want the things in life that she wanted, but not because she'd stopped loving him.

She's coming to love me, as I am growing to love her,...
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Wet dark days filtering round the ankles and ears. Time is slipping with pre-winter force-fed into demonds and death. Neither of which care much for life past today. Something in this air has the backside of me perked up and out, that part that can't look behind me for all the looking forward.

Throne rooms must be such lonely places, with hollow sounds ringing out...
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Uggghh

This is probably not kosher to complain about, and the last thing I want to do is sound like a whiny little punks...but damn.

I miss Portland. I miss the sexy little woman that would beg to do anything I wanted. I'm just so fucking horny here with no partners to speak of (first time in a long time without). I miss the great...
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