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Post by colourlessthoughts on Nov 28, 2007 21:20:34 GMT -5
Kill the human virus... support global warming.
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Post by Kitten on Feb 22, 2009 18:06:07 GMT -5
The room smells like pasta, but no one's cooking. Is my brain sending hunger hints?
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Post by colourlessthoughts on Feb 24, 2009 2:04:20 GMT -5
I have just about nothing, yet I feel like I have everything I need.
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Post by Kitten on Feb 24, 2009 2:25:41 GMT -5
I wish I could separate, split myself and delegate specific passions and hobbies to my every individual little fragment. Being whole sometimes feels limiting.
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Post by colourlessthoughts on Feb 24, 2009 16:57:28 GMT -5
I have laundry to do, but I am just going to wear the clothes and get them dirty again. One of life's more annoying loops.
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Post by Kitten on Feb 24, 2009 18:12:16 GMT -5
All these papers are giving me headaches and the smell of printer ink resembles the smell of a skunk.
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Post by Kitten on Feb 24, 2009 18:28:30 GMT -5
Do I even have a chance or should I just throw in the towel in a preemptive strike...
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Lychalis
Demon Disciple
Into darkness travels a night heron's scream.
Posts: 368
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Post by Lychalis on Feb 28, 2009 18:51:05 GMT -5
split a piece of wood and you will find me, lift a stone and I am there
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Post by littleskinny on Mar 26, 2009 9:47:38 GMT -5
She really is the most extracurricular person I have ever met, really amazonian...
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Post by Veritas on Jan 9, 2011 11:05:50 GMT -5
Simple as a good day... vulnerable , as oysters on the half-shell... and all you need is a dash o'salt some lemons and hot sauce.
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Post by Kitten on Jan 27, 2011 19:48:47 GMT -5
I measure my days not in minutes or hours but in the number of song tracks.
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Post by Veritas on Jan 30, 2011 13:39:10 GMT -5
Sometimes, when eye-balls pop out of their sockets and mouths drop open, agape ... a fly crawls in
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Post by LonelyForsaken on Feb 16, 2011 20:49:32 GMT -5
Life is a terminal condition.
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Post by Veritas on Feb 26, 2011 17:40:38 GMT -5
We're so caught up in the act, we scarcely raise our eyes to find the source of comotion. Like the middle of sex or trying to glimpse that much more of a TV program, before doing the dishes. Every one of the viewpoint's in competition with its neighbor. In truth, at war with its neighbor. At war with itself... Question, answer, problem, solution... The gate way is also the exit door.... isn't it?
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Post by Veritas on Feb 26, 2011 18:32:12 GMT -5
Does being aware of "the posibilities" make you responsible for them? Does being concious make you aware? Is awareness one of the possible outcomes? Is it one of the outcomes of one of these possibilities? Is being resposible, being aware?
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