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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 lonelyAnd 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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