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Im moving out of this site! I'll be making a newer, bolder and more annihilating, yes annihilating!, xanga site. just watch out for it!!! peace... | | |
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four walls
with the absence of
four doors
and four windows.
four choices
with the absence of
the will to choose.
be asleep.
stay awake.
be fuckin' bored.
or be dead.
either of those ways,
you still have to be confined.
they let the knowledge stream
without letting you
question it.
they let the music be heard
without letting you
dance to it.
they let the love radiate
without letting you
feel it.
and after a while
you get used to the
four walls.
and you stop searching for
the four doors and windows.
and you stop searching for answers.
you still exemplify the
faculties of the existing.
you breathe, you eat,
you seemingly smile.
you bite your tongue.
you poke your eyes.
but pain becomes
a stranger
to the senses.
and it is at this time
you would realize
you are
dead
and confined. | | |
| i have just been a living proof that dreams don't ever come true! i might as well re-write my frigging life story myself and hope that those intervening gods just sleep over me on their deathbeds. | | |
| W.E.D.N.E.S.D.A.Y.
>Word of the day : BORING!
>i got up 3:30 pm.so that's really too early. . .my cousin is out.he went looking for cellphones he was planning to buy.so i was left all alone at home. i ate my lunch. . . i texted. . .i watched JKX. . that was really funny. . .after that, it was all MTV!!! MYX sucks. their dj's aint cool.
>anyway,what else? i think i passed out.i don't remember doing after that or maybe, my other personalities took over. i think i already got MPD. yikes! pretty scary. . .that's so like the movie Identity. pretty scary but cool. Nyahahahaha!!!! oh damn! that's not how i laugh. . .maybe i still got Rodge on.
>whatever. i'm thinking payday right now! tomoroow's the 15th so im gonna get laid. . .err. . .paid again!!!Nyahahahaha!!!! speaking of wages. i say i'm underpaid. WAAAAAYYYY underpaid. this is my silent protest. even if i shout it out, nobody's gonna hear anyway.so. . . .
>oh god, take me! oh hell, even god can't hear me these days. . .
>later! im gonna buy myself a new cellphone. . . | | |
| She Will Be Loved ...continuation
She’s now trailing a familiar path. She can no longer see the man she’s after. The man has disappeared, swallowed by lightning strikes and the shrieking thunder. She somehow continued on her trail, no longer concern where she’s going or why she got there in the first place. Her subconscious is telling her to go back, but her instincts are telling her otherwise. “I’m a woman goddammit! I should be following my instincts” , she stubbornly told herself. She’s trying to visualize what has just transpired in the last couple of minutes or has it already been hours? She realized she just lost track of time. But anyway… What has just happenedis what she thought as not very sane. She feared this man she barely knew and only saw in her dreams or nightmares, that’s the more appropriate word to describe her very disturbing dreams regarding the same man she’s trying to chase. She’s running after her stalker. Now, she thought that was really weird. She pictured the man again in her mind and there’s something in that face that’s handsomely amusing. An almost reassuring manner in the way he blankly stared at her. A look that devoured her soul making her vulnerable even to his slightest touch. And somehow that idea excited her.
She tried desperately to just shrug off the idea though, dismissing it as absurd. But the more she thought of it, the more she liked it. “She’s not falling for him, is she?” A voice so familiar was echoing into her ears. A voice she later recognized as her own. “She’s crazy!”, said another voice. This one lower in tone but quite as the same. She’s still running on an empty street in the outskirts of their little town. She was about to turn into a street corner so drowned in her daydreaming that she didn’t notice a tow truck speeding from the blind side running like a manic machine, a seemingly drunk guy on its wheels, loud music piercing from his headphones, dark skies & wicked storm blurring its windshield and a devil may care grin on the driver’s face. Death, you could say, is just right around the bend.  | | |
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