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We weren't born with a name, we were given a name. A hedgehog doesn't have a name. It's just a nameless thing with a handful of flesh and skin and a beating heart. A hedgehog doesn't even know it doesn't have a name.
 
 
   
 
Saturday, September 22, 2007
 
But will I hold you again?
These fickle, fuddled words confuse me
Like 'Will it rain today?'

And so they do; and so they do.

Duckling is beautiful. She's everything I am, and everything I wish I could be.

Ha, it's 3am.

Baby, it's 3am I must be lonely
And she says 'Baby well I can't help but be scared of it all sometimes'
Says the rain's gonna wash away, I believe it

To bed, to bed.
This is fast becoming my most quoted line from Shakespeare.

Expectations are what fuck people up. But how can we live a fulfilling life without expectations? It's a catch-22 we'll have to battle with to eternity. And the sword of Damocles hangs above us, like a ticking timebomb. Speaking of ticking, my skeleton clock's not working. I dunno why. I am crushed. But I must learn to learn go of material things. The intangible is what binds the fabric of humanity together. The metaphysical is what I must progress toward.

To bed, to bed. Fie, Hell is murky.

 

 
   
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