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An escapeIn suspended animation high above the world, all of the peoples' frozen beauty makes not a single sound.An escape
In my eyes, our imperfections are so contrived to make us perfect. This world dies, and no tears are shed, swept up like dead leaves.
We have come to know this torpor as it were our own, but all these maths and patters seem so very hollow and cold. For if this is the end of us all in cataclysmic fire, we could burn contentedly and watch the world expire.
Lets get out. And build a world of our own. Cut through boundaries of the kno
in Open on 6/3/08
the odyssey beginsSteeling himself, Rupert proceeded to the front door and turned the knob. It was unlocked. The kind of emptiness that a house can confess only to its inhabitants swept over Rupert. And of course, something was wrong. But he knew that already. His parents left the door perpetually locked when they were gone, and yet the house was empty. The weight in his chest grew in mass. He stepped inside, and through the entryway, leaving the door open behind him. Vivian’s quiet footsteps followed a few paces behind him. As he arrived at the kitchen, he saw it. Fragments of shattered glass, soaking in a pool of milk, strewn across the floothe odyssey begins
in General Fiction on 4/23/08
Sleep, dawn, and apprehensionHe swallowed, flicking the cigarette to the ground below. “Am I dead?” He blinked quietly. If he were dead, this would be a rather disappointing netherworld. “It’s difficult to say...” Vivian replied, “Now, had you actually been trying to kill yourself, that’d be a different story…” “What do you mean, ‘had I actually been trying to kill myself’” Rupert replied in agitation. “You know damn well what I mean, Rupert.” She gazed at him fixedly now, passion welling in a subtle grin. He swallowed again, gazing backSleep, dawn, and apprehension
in General Fiction on 4/23/08
A Prelude to an OdysseyThe first thing he noticed, with mild irritation, as he opened his eyes was that he was still alive. The second thing he noticed was a dull throbbing in his spine. Rupert brushed dirt and sand from his messy, dark hair as he pulled himself to his feet. His head felt rather fuzzy, numb, just as it had before he had performed his elegant swan dive off the elementary school roof, a modest dose of sleeping pills and alcohol in his veins. He had followed the instructions perfectly. He had planned it so very elegantly, cinematically. In a manner dignified and respected. He checked his digital wristwatch. For a moment the numbers seemed out ofA Prelude to an Odyssey
in General Fiction on 3/24/08
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- Interests: Weird things.
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-a poem with refrigerator magnets on my freezer
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"There are essential and inessential insanities. The latter are solar in character, the former are linked to the moon." -Tom Robbins
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-*Chained to reality, but escaped to fantasy.*-
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Not living, just killing time
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Not living, just killing time
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"There are essential and inessential insanities. The latter are solar in character, the former are linked to the moon." -Tom Robbins
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"There are essential and inessential insanities. The latter are solar in character, the former are linked to the moon." -Tom Robbins
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"There are essential and inessential insanities. The latter are solar in character, the former are linked to the moon." -Tom Robbins
Yesterday I woke up sucking a lemon.
But it was kind of sweet.
I had my fill.
I put it down.
And I lived the day.
And in living all day I found so many things.
So many things.
And in the back of the van on the freeway.
One stranger said goodbye to another.
A woman in green said goodbye to a man in white.
And he was comfortable.
And I went to sleep with sugar on my lips.
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I'd rather be happy than right anyday.
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"There are essential and inessential insanities. The latter are solar in character, the former are linked to the moon." -Tom Robbins
Again, as always, it starts with a bang.
A tick, a click, and a crash
and then we begin again.
But the clockwork cogturn is not what I create.
But what I observe, as I clambor over and under, among and around those frantic cogs with a song and a light foot so unnoticed as to perplex.
And it all is my oyster cracker.
my favorite song on com lag is Gagging Order.
Because I am a wicked child
I have sinned and I am so confused and
I am a wicked child
I am a wicked child
I am the devils son and
I wish I could be good for you
I walk a crooked mile
But I wish I could be good
I wish I could be good
If I could have kept the straight and narrow
If I could have kept the straight and narrow
And not have broke your heart
Not have broke your heart
Now I wake up in the night
Lying on my bed
It's tugging at my arms and legs
Like I was a marionette
Send baby jesus
Surely it is time
Send baby jesus
Let him radiate his light
Radiate his light
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