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2005 27 June :: 2.17am
lovers tongues drunk with hate, i spill every nasty words on cardboard tables. i hate what fate made me. but the empty beer cans and the smell of fire on my breath calm my nerves for the next hour. you can't take your eyes away from the pieces i've become. what a scene. bold and beautiful. remember? i can't even see straight. this is how it feels and i'm done.
those soft words know how to make it better.
so i'll wipe some tears. and leave black on white for you. but in the end. it's ok. just say this will be ok.
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2005 22 June :: 6.02pm
Will Rennar: ...So you'd be running a combination cult/brothel?
Lithaladhwen: Possibly.
Lithaladhwen: Depends on the quality of my followers, really.
Will Rennar: ...This new faith intrigues me...
Lithaladhwen: We would worship the almighty Whatever High Up On The Thing.
Will Rennar: :O!
Lithaladhwen: The Whatever gives unto me amazing magical powers that are only visible to my followers after they consume the necessary ritual narcotics.
Will Rennar: Okay, that's it, I'm sold! ^_^
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2005 20 June :: 12.20am
You know how in The Sixth Sense you don't notice that no one ever talks to Mr. Guy-with-an-irrelevant-name until the very end?
I want to know how he failed to notice. I used to have days in high school where I would be in a room with other people and only one of them would acknowledge anything I said or did, like she was the only one who noticed me. From time to time (like after every two hours or so, or after more than one instance in a single day) I would request that she turn to someone else, point at me and ask, "Can you see her?"
Just to make sure I'm there. Because some one of these days, I won't be. If that happens and I don't notice... well then we'll know that it's easier than it looks to forget to confirm your existence with actual evidence. And I'll laugh at myself. Because at that point I deserve to be forgotten anyway.
I think that at field school I'll be a little glad to be away from instant messenger. Sure, I'll be cut off from a source of entertainment and communication. On the other hand, I'll know that everyone I'm talking to is talking back. The reason I try to reply to IM conversations and chats so quickly is because I'm trying to stave off one major fault of instant messenger: you know damn well no one is really paying attention to you. You know they all have something more important to do. Talking to you is something they do while waiting for a page to load or a CD to finish copying.
So... every now and again ask yourself. "Can they see me?"
Maybe they can't. Maybe they haven't for a while.
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2005 19 June :: 2.32pm
Because Dave told me to...
Fathers Day post about... my fathers, I suppose.
Read more..
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Jaganshi
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2005 18 June :: 3.52pm
I ordered a tent a few weeks ago and I just found it. It must have been here for days, but instead of leaving it at the front door, they left it in the garden by the back door. Read: in the garden.
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