writing
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Today was a good day, felt like a dog being fed chocolate before getting euthanized. Subterrarian homesick alien. after sitting with it, whilst it has kept me restlessly awake for 2 or so days, ive realized that i might be having some problems with realia. i come up with hundreds of scenarios everyday, sometimes they…
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october 13th. today was what i can call a good day. i went to my 9am lectures, had an apple for breakfast, hungout with my friends. went to workout with my newly wed lighthearted personal instructor. got to try some new clothes on, felt pretty. hungout with B. it was great to see him again,…
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надеюсь когда я умру по мне будут плакать люди незнавшие меня но знавшие мое творчество и будут плакать по тому что больше не познакомятся с новой поставкой с моего сердца а придется перечитывать мои призрачные буквы при жизни, а когда я умру я посмотрю богу в глаза и он скажет мне что я всю жизнь…
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when i was 17, i was determined to become a writer. i had the scenery in mind, i had the language, the almighty talent, and the loud applause coming from my friends at the time. i was absolutely convinced that by the time i turn 21, i will weigh no less than Alain de Botton,…
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There is freedom withinThere is freedom withoutTry to catch the deluge in a paper cupThere’s a battle aheadMany battles are lostBut you’ll never see the end of the roadWhile you’re travelling with me Hey now, hey nowDon’t dream it’s overHey now, hey nowWhen the world comes inThey come, they comeTo build a wall between usWe…
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I am engaged to silence, not serenity, but a quiet pearlescent sorrow that permeates everywhere and everything, accompanying my every movement. It’s as if a needle is slowly killing me day by day, piercing deeper and deeper into the solar plexus, which is physically palpable even when I am still. It seeps out in bloody traces…
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see, that’s the thing of all the glass things i have seen today (in my dreams) as i saw Jesus and hand amputations and all that other stuff in my sleep through closed eyelids i saw what truly did or does matter sitting in a funky settling even though its quite quiet. very quiet. just…
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a friend told me that she intuitively feels the end of my time, as if it is coming very soon. my death will be sudden and i will remain young eternally, it will happen sometime this week, or a month. perhaps she said it jokingly, well, i laughed, and a scenario appeared in my head…
Zany Universal 