wild_zero

this poem is one of my favorites. i hope you enjoy it as much as i do,
since it seems very appropriate given my current situation in life:


somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will...
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i had a good time.

i'm a failure.

we emerge from the catacombs onto victory pedestal.

the great salmon have spoken from beneath the thunderous waves!

we shall do battle in the large smoky place beyond the hills for the spoils of war!

i have assembled and will unleash an army that will fall any mediocre players in its path!

fear 8 sticks and a rack! FEAR US MORTALS FOR OUR TIME HAS COME AND YOU ARE SIMPLE OBSTACLES LIKE ORANGE...
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i have more illness than you can shake a stick at. trying to get better soon.

the basic problem with us is that we invent realities in our minds. they seem real - we travel with them and enjoy them and envision a grand old time. then, its true form emerges and we feel both guilt and anger. guilt we ever believed the lies we told ourselves, and anger that none of what we imagined came true. all that maturity ever...
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i wouldn't call it a loss; on the one hand, there wasn't much to interact with. on the other, i actually ended up meditating on a variety of signals. she was also there - in my head - so i didn't dance alone.

whenever i find myself in a loop, i've come to terms with its language and can now stop it whenever it gets...
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the new year. yay!

it started off with a blast. a journey was taken - a very long trek into the heart. we found some foliage, tater tots, a traffic light, and made statements on behalf of all mankind. we also located the church of the katamari on ponce. we encountered a bearded fellow and he made raving commentary on the mutual tuxedo shirt explosion....
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it's impossible i think to stop the endless cycle of perpetuating a lie in your head and then confronting the reality, over and over again. when i remember everything, it's always been the same story. the amorphous vision in my head materializes stronger as time passes by, when left isolated and up to my own devices. suddenly, the day comes when the vision is abruptly...
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