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2006 30 March :: 10.05pm
:: Mood: anxious
:: Music: rin'ne - konishi kayo & kondoo yukio
mostly i'm wising for a change of seasons
drabble. l/v. set season two. logan pov.
logan was strolling through the hallway (a-books-barely-held-shoulders-slumped-reckless-abandon) when the tips of their shoulders shocked against each other, a high voltage touch of defense.
her head turned oh so slowly, her mouth forming apologetic phrasings until blue crashed with blue and her pupils dilated. her almost-formed-words escaped her lips as an angry breath and began to create a senseless pattern of cutting phrases.
he shrugged them off and left equally jagged and hurtful parting words that he really really wanted to mean. he wanted to enjoy the salt-on-your-wounds and sarcasm-as-a-spear devastation. though deep down he didn't much care for this charade-facade-masquerade-play they were constantly taking part in.
what drama, he thinks. as if life had anything other to offer him than senseless plots and painful suspicions.
sweet words
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2006 26 March :: 11.33pm
:: Mood: cold
:: Music: an englishman - the kings of convenience
god turn me to stone
religion is the root of mankind's dependability.
we need something to blame, something to reason, something to be absolutely consistent.
if life just so happens to fuck you sideways, well, it was all in the name of a plan laid out for just you. your decision from this terrible experience will shape you as a human being and you will join society with a riveting tale of trials and tribulations and oh! what an outstanding and good-moraled person you are. all thanks to allah. or jesus or whatever.
as of now, the only thing i can believe in is balance.
not necessarily good and evil fighting tooth and claw for their dominance in the universe;
more like,
what happens to you is what happens to everybody.
congratulations, you were handed the short end of the stick. and now, with this ordeal finished, it can continue on its way, leaving in its wake something you can only describe as increasingly good luck; when in fact its the absence of the dear old karma that was present.
truth be told, i could be absolutely full of shit.
but this is where i am at right now.
this is where i will stand in my beliefs until my life indicates that i should open my mind to other possibilities.
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2006 23 March :: 10.46pm
:: Mood: infuriated
:: Music: zerospace - kidney theives
i fucking hate this.
i fucking hate you and your ridiculous restrictions.
way to go life,
thanks for the great fucking times.
sweet words
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2006 21 March :: 11.51pm
:: Mood: contemplative
:: Music: elephant woman - blonde redhead
there is no superiority, there is only capability.
sweet words
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