i never felt the need to "seek my identity" in one particular style,
so i guess that's why i'm a mess
Monday, May 24, 2010
Monday, May 17, 2010
andre gide
"fish die belly-upward and rise to the surface; it is their way of falling"
"one does not discover new lands without consenting to lose sight of the shore for a very long time"
he also said that shit about "better to be hated for who you are than loved for who you aren't," but no one else knows this.
how can these texts be forbidden? rude!
"one does not discover new lands without consenting to lose sight of the shore for a very long time"
he also said that shit about "better to be hated for who you are than loved for who you aren't," but no one else knows this.
how can these texts be forbidden? rude!
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Friday, May 7, 2010
Sunday, May 2, 2010
marathon
combined with this weeks accomplishments, and the fact that i happily stood in the rain, i've never seen clearer or been more motivated to change my life.
it is all a chain.
it is all a chain.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010
militia.
so it was a dark town.
night one, a truck wreck or something began my unease
night two, a party with many people from my past. "does that offend you?"
then the train wrecked and hit my car, as i walked towards it. many people died.
so i joined the army, in the same town.
i had a goat...
the mandatory precision of my actions were too many to understand, and my current state was far too unstable to remember "bed 20" and which doors you can and can't go in (especially the dining hall)
it was a new world of heightened and lowered expectations, and my hair began to shrink.
some were intent of my changes, while others were missing me (while others had died). i began to like the army. i went to the top of the ball room, and more death began to happen.
but seriously, are there any good paths.
night one, a truck wreck or something began my unease
night two, a party with many people from my past. "does that offend you?"
then the train wrecked and hit my car, as i walked towards it. many people died.
so i joined the army, in the same town.
i had a goat...
the mandatory precision of my actions were too many to understand, and my current state was far too unstable to remember "bed 20" and which doors you can and can't go in (especially the dining hall)
it was a new world of heightened and lowered expectations, and my hair began to shrink.
some were intent of my changes, while others were missing me (while others had died). i began to like the army. i went to the top of the ball room, and more death began to happen.
but seriously, are there any good paths.
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