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2007 1 October :: 8.20am
:: Music: Digital Sea
I woke, cold and alone,
adrift in the open sea;
caught up in regrets,
and tangled in nets,
instead of your arms wrapped around me.
And I wept but my tears are anathema here,
just more water to fill my lungs.
I hear someone scream,
"God what is it we have done?"
I am drowning in a digital sea;
Here my voice goes, to ones and zeros,
I'm slipping beneath the sound.
A song from somewhere below,
deadly and slow begins.
Both sickly and sweet,
now picking up speed,
and ushering in the world's end.
And the ghost of Descartes screams again in the dark,
"Oh how could I have been so wrong?"
But above the screams still the sirens sing their song.
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2007 27 September :: 8.55pm
Happy birthday journal.
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2007 5 September :: 10.03pm
I need to stop listening to music. It messes with my head when I'm trying to write.
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2007 5 September :: 9.36pm
"duuuude.
I assume you are making reference to the incident of the, ahem, "creamy concoction."
or wait, are you talking about. . . uhh. . . the cruise!?!?
thats going to be so fucking awesome.
I MEAN SO FUCKING AWESOME!!
i can't even scream loud enough to depict how awesome that cruise is going to be, let alone how much i shit my pants every time i think about it.
YES.
and also, we will try to hit on the flight attendants. just to be douhcebags. Because you know what you can't get kicked off of?
an airplane."
haha, thanks alex
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2007 30 August :: 10.27pm
17 years gets shorter everyday.
"And though my experience is feeble, I've come to find that life is best lived away from the things we know best. I don't believe that time heals all things. But over time, we rub shoulders with enough people we can't help but love that eventually the holes get filled in. There are enough good memories to hem the bad one's in such a way that they start to matter less. They bring revelations long after the wound has faded, teaching us the lessons we wish so desperately we had been taught before.
It is one thing to love someone because we want to. When we find that we can't avoid loving someone, it something entirely different. Like slamming into a concrete wall that circumnavigates the earth. This love triumphs over pain, over passion, over hatred and malice. It shatters the darkness and lays waste to our blindness. There is no greater love than this; that a man should lay down his life for his friend."
These last three years have taught me a lot about who I really am. About what I love, and what my capacity for love is. It wasn't until I was sitting on top of that mountain telling 16 people, most of them strangers, that the Paul of three years ago would never dream that he'd one day become me that I realized how true it is. It doesn't make sense that I have become this person. That I ever grew up. I was so far gone, so very dead...how is it that I came to love life? How is it I came to love people? Me? The bitter, cold, broken child of that spring? I wanted nothing more than to watch this world burn. Now I would die to keep it alive. How did I change so damn much? I feel like I'm the second person to live in this body.
"Poignancy is the fabric of our brilliance."
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2007 1 August :: 10.47pm
Contact
I'm so tired of being jocular about these sort of things.
Hanging out with Michael too much made me insecure in my solemnity. I need to do a little less leaching, no?
It's just as well. I'm making progress.
I've had a couple small breakthroughs lately, and then today I had my biggest one. I almost called Roberts and told him, but then it solidified itself by preventing me from doing so. A shimmering thread in my mind, victorious and alone. It's loneliness does nothing but cause it to shine all the brighter. A proud entity, the fruit of my labor. It's an amazing sensation. This must be what it's like to be raised from the dead. Feeling life trickle back into your being. And it's still there. It will always be there, the first real permanent structure in my being.
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2007 1 August :: 10.34pm
Why does naivety rear it's ugly head now?
It's not me.
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2007 18 July :: 12.14am
Tonight was pretty bombin'
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2007 15 July :: 9.56pm
:: Mood: amused
Haha
Friday I got my nose broke in a mosh pit.
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2007 3 July :: 9.29pm
I just had the nastiest kabobs I've ever tasted. They got really dry in the microwave and the rub on them started to taste like vomit.
But I heard they were good before I ruined them. Oh well.
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