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2008 17 March :: 11.20pm
:: Mood: Sad
I want to be Superman.
But I'm not. I'm Paul.
I can't fly in and save the day. I don't have some sense in the back of my head that tingles when I there's someone in distress. I haven't done anything that amazing. I haven't saved people from burning buildings. I haven't cured a disease.
I'm not Superman.
I'm Paul.
I'm Paul.
I'm Paul.
What does that mean...?
Ton Amie...
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She makes me feel so loved...you all do. I go on these crazy rants, and even though you don't say a word I know you read...at least sometimes.
Thank you.
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2008 23 February :: 10.42pm
Words really are sawed off shotguns. I can't hit just what it is...
I see now by what isn't what is, and it makes me so grateful.
That I have moved on, and that I am a new and different person. Knowing that, and loving what has become of my life.
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2008 10 January :: 8.13am
:: Mood: peaceful
:: Music: The Whaler
"I am not alone
But powerfully alive
so that desperate fear
pales and fades
before desperate love"
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2008 3 January :: 6.35am
:: Mood: peaceful
Yesterday was really, really good.
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2007 7 November :: 8.04am
I feel like I should write something, for tradition's sake. I feel like the cliches should boil out of my skin and flow down to my finger tips, tattooing some private page with dreams of unfathomable perfection.
I wait, yet nothing comes. The difference, perhaps?
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2007 2 November :: 10.21am
As flattered as I was by all the comments you guys left about Kirsten and I, I was getting a little weirded out.
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2007 29 October :: 10.19am
Watered by the blood of martyrs, blessed and blind as sons and daughters. Sleep with one eye open, live with both eyes shut. So let's find the place where sight begins and see the things that we saw when our eyes were bright and wet against the light.
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2007 19 October :: 6.34am
It was a paralysis inducing beauty. I couldn't go.
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2007 18 October :: 7.42am
:: Mood: restless
:: Music: Grace can still be found in the Gale. With fear and reverence raise your ragged sail.
I skipped to class to watch the sunrise
My romanticism will be the end of me.
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2007 4 October :: 11.54pm
:: Music: Firebreather
What just happened to me defies all logic.
I'm totally torn in two. All truths funnel into two completely contradictory realities, neither of which I can avoid.
I love. I love. I love.
What does that mean exactly? There is a chemical cocktail coursing through my brain? There's an airy feeling in my chest?
No. No euphoria. Totally unconventional. A quiet wind, whispering constantly.
But these words make no sense! How am I to decipher that which is inconceivable? By believing one, I prove the other. And if I do not believe the one, I curse myself to the other which cannot be thereby fulfilled in my devices.
But it's not by my devices, is it?
This flesh is not my own
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