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Period. [Dec. 14th, 2009|11:11 am]

xxxduckie
We never really know how things turn out tomorrow or the day after or a minute later or a second after you read the last thing I will type in this sentence. We don't know, maybe after typing a period,a person has died, or maybe somewhere in the corner of this earth, another is trying to save a life. We don't know, and everything is so unsure. The earth is as round as it can be, but there is nothing definite. Existence is indefinite. Again, as cliche as it sounds, change is the only thing that is constant and real. Change is the only thing that is concrete and malleable at the same time. We are all players in this poker game and as we raise the bet, the higher the risk grows. As we take on the risk, that is the only time we truly ar living whatever it is that we are living. The scarier it is, the better. I'm not saying we should all be suicidal about every decision we have to make in our lives, but rather, things need to be broken down and torn apart, else, however would we learn?


I think I've typed enough.
My train of thought's been going round and round in circles for weeks now.
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Check? [Dec. 10th, 2009|05:00 am]

xxxduckie
We all float in contrasting hues and vaguely coherent reasons start forming in our brains. We tend to look up at stars and be melodramatic and fucking congenial and lost in moments like when what where who shit I don't remember. I don't care, you don't care, we don't care, but oh we do, sir, we do, miss, we take the hit from every stick and find the nicotine burn on our tongues and have the familiar taste of smoke as smoke meets smoke and air meets smoke and air.

Shotgun.
Another hit in the head another blast in the lung.

You're not normal, baby, and we're not normal, and you're unbelievably close yet foolishly far from what you think you're understanding. One message is strongly clear: It is hazardous and toxic to this and only this and you won't understand until you've gone on that trip. You've ingested too many words to get high. Reality is, by fact, and actually this is the only fact, the game's set, the king's done, the queen's reign has begun.



You're a pawn, baby, and I'm sorry but it's a stalemate.
I think you're making the wrong move on the wrong square.
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