From "Love is a Mix Tape" by Rob Sheffield.
"People say, "Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger"
Even people who say this must realise that the exact opposite is true.
What doesn't kill you maims you, cripples you, makes you whiny and full of yourself at the same time.
The more pain, the more pompous you get. Whatever doesn't kill you makes you incredibly annoying"
"Is God made from the thoughts of people or are people made from the thoughts of God" Scarlett Thomas
I'm waiting on the wrong side of the road for the buses that are full anyway" In reality I am innocent, but in my mind , in my heart , in my soul, I am guilty, totally guilty and I am not ashamed. Some people always belong; but the searchers are always outside. The street is empty. Standing in it makes it more empty. This place seems so unreal, but so does everywhere else.
I don't know the answers to any of these questions.
They're probably not the right questions anyway.
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a n e s t h e s ia on November 29, 2008I am eager. If wells could only be used twice, bemuse me, be a muse to poeser or dark brush bearer, barer than me or the exposed scent of reacting blood. If they'd mean both-- the background, if they'd not mirror well. Since, since again, the mirrors were tainted and the halls not hollow, but hollow boned, and clinically toned. For what? But bones, is that alll there is. Was love in the blood that moved in flesh to fade on a linear rung of ecology.
By a way, I'll add you to my hitlist. You need placement, though how now, good you undertone? Reflect without a loss, and be similar. I was never exact. .
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a n e s t h e s ia on November 29, 2008Well minds mimic the landscape, and your background does etch. A veined Britain, tamed inflamation. The iron stitches and their fishbone twitch.
What? I like splurging out cliche, it's fun --and defining. -
a n e s t h e s ia on November 29, 2008You learn well. Though I'm not sure that's a good thing. lol. I hate to be the root of a celebrated bipolar epidemic-- as useful as it can be for practicality, lines merge and fade, a map of scar. Well, I like the echo as much as the first sweet nocturne.
