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munkysaurus

:: 2014 27 April :: 10.38pm

The difference isn't all that different, it's perception that's being percieved...
You like that title, Mr. J?

Mr. J, I gotta let you in on something.

Here's the thing, you sitting down? We're all scared. There, I said it. However, the thing I've seen is some people use these tools they've built, or acquired. Tenacity and integrity. Those aren't the only ones. But the good ones. And I mean good--like good and evil.

I can state this claim surely.

That fear, that's a driving force I've discovered. For lots of things, maybe everything! The fear is what turns the tide, what shifts the thought, the mind.

I've seen a lot of things, but I'm going to state the appalling thing is what drives most people. Not to stand against this force that is obviously so easily circumvented if a person were to only use a little effort.

Fear, fear, fear. Say it with me. It's causes things to stop, or to never have started with no real logical explanation or reason.

I think I speak for all of us when I say with utmost courtesy: FUCK YOU FEAR!!!

Having said that: I have to say that if I see those who succumb so easily to this feeble creature, this noun that shouldn't be such, I immediately think less of a person. I like to see people face that fucker and ascend what really is a very trivial and stupid thing.

....

Mr. J,

I thought about going back to Ms. E. but I don't think that's an option. She has some things to sort out, and they're things that are more of a self-revelation that something someone who loves her can help her with. The only person who can rise above it is her. It breaks my heart at the thought of cutting her loose but unfortunately I have to do it. Otherwise, I'm marooned on Big-Heart Island waiting for a ticket on a boat that no one knows the name of, which the itinerary has washed away, and sun never sets. Marooned.
So, goodbye for now, or maybe forever, Ms. E. There's things I'll always cherish. That sounds very normal, but I promise you that she was so close. So very close, by the hairs on my fucking chin.
alksjafls

Well, to bed, or to the printed word, or to the flickering screen back lighting the racing thoughts in your brain. You understanding son of bitch.

Peace, for us all if you could. To bring comfort or release to those around the world who need it. Did nature, or God(s), or whoever created us contemplate the horrible nature of being such a conscious species would entail?

Adieu, mon ami.

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catatonicsean

:: 2014 20 April :: 1.31am
:: Mood: happy

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catatonicsean

:: 2014 18 April :: 8.13pm
:: Mood: determined
:: Music: Stormtroopers of Death - Kill Yourself

Reconciled with my ladylove, but I've now lost my job, and the whole bloody mess begins again.

I believe this time I'll get a call center gig.

In other news, things are tough all over, and no one is pleased. Most of my possessions have been tossed in the garbage by vindictive relatives, and money is shorter than Warwick Davis on all fours. Circumstances seem to spit in my face more often than I care.

In other news, nothing is happening. Life is good.

Mahalo.

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skife

:: 2014 14 April :: 9.48pm

things i should be doing right now:

getting ready for bed

things i'm actually doing right now:
my taxes


Procrastination: Hard work might pay off later, being lazy pays off now.

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catatonicsean

:: 2014 11 April :: 4.28pm
:: Mood: confused

My girlfriend and I broke up this morning, and this afternoon I suppose we got back together on limited conditions (?).

No idea what to make of this, other than I smoked meth (yes, yes, I know...no good) and she found out because I had no clue how to broach the subject to her. People tend to mention things like this, and I hoped I'd have had the balls to tell her myself before someone else did. Not the case.

Smoked meth with our neighbor, no less, and she has the baby, and so on. I don't make wise decisions.

Lot's of rotten awfulness because I'm a weak person accustomed to substance abuse with strangers, and an innate inability to say "no."

Not that I've smoked meth before, but I've had similiar experiences concerning use of other drugs, and it just became commonplace to get loaded on random substances with people I don't know. But...now I'm technically a parent, and decisions like that are not the sort that Good Parents make. My mother is disgusted with me, and I imagine the rest of the world is, in turn.

If she let's me, I'll give up everything (including smoking cigs, Jesus Tap-Dancing Christ and all the Heathen gods, I mean it). I love her and her son dearly, and my existence means nothing without them.

Why am I such a piece of human refuse?

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