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| holiday (profile) wrote, on 1-23-2005 at 2:59pm | |
| Music: The Pixies Subject: In this land of strangers...There are dangers... |
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| Sometimes I get the feeling the world is ending. Right now. Instead of dying, we're stuck here. Like in "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner", maybe we as cursed as the crew of the ship: Life-In-Death. Working, slaving for money to buy things that don't matter to anyone but us. Things we can't take with us. Spending less and less time with the ones who truly matter and more around people at work and people at school and people who don't understand. I wish I could spend every morning and every night in bed with you. I don't want to have to wait. Why is life about rushing? Why is life all concentrated around time? And money? I'm starting to think people have their priorities all screwed up. And they like it that way. |
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spud | 01-23-05 4:01pm that's an unusually bleak attitude for you, hil-dillary.
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phil-himself | 01-23-05 4:47pm because time is the only thing that remains constant |