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wolven7Kidneythieves - [Before I'm Dead]--- So, i'm in the gatehouse, for a bit, while the other officer on duty is on break. Have you ever noticed that, though you have a very prominent and focused drive of will, it tends to go toward things that, in the long run, may serve no useful purpose? Like tracking down a name that belongs to a person, that owns a car that you find interesting? Yeah... i did that, tonight. I do some of the strangest things, when i have the resources, at my disposal.
CruxShadows - [Return (Coming Home)]--- So, i'm re-re-reading "A Clockwork Orange." That, coupled with the fact that i watched Grosse Pointe Blank, earlier this evening... or last night... whichever.. makes for some very swirly headspace, at the moment... One of those nights, where you wish someone would call you, and talk to you about all kinds of useless suppositions, and propositions, and prepositions, but no one will... More's the pity. (CruxShadows - [The 4th Phase]). So you content yourself with writing live journals, and emails, and trying to keep your poor, tired eyes wide open. Because, oh yeah, you have to work. THe screen is jumping... is that your eyes, or the screen? Yes? Good... "I will remain, if you believe." Poor Gods...
Who what when where, why? Me, leaving, now, not really moving anything but my state of mind, off of this thing, onto something else, because i don't have anything else to say. Later.
Dream Well
CruxShadows - [Return (Coming Home)]--- So, i'm re-re-reading "A Clockwork Orange." That, coupled with the fact that i watched Grosse Pointe Blank, earlier this evening... or last night... whichever.. makes for some very swirly headspace, at the moment... One of those nights, where you wish someone would call you, and talk to you about all kinds of useless suppositions, and propositions, and prepositions, but no one will... More's the pity. (CruxShadows - [The 4th Phase]). So you content yourself with writing live journals, and emails, and trying to keep your poor, tired eyes wide open. Because, oh yeah, you have to work. THe screen is jumping... is that your eyes, or the screen? Yes? Good... "I will remain, if you believe." Poor Gods...
Who what when where, why? Me, leaving, now, not really moving anything but my state of mind, off of this thing, onto something else, because i don't have anything else to say. Later.
Dream Well
