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wChemical Noise |
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prozac, noise, and the cancan.
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wTuesday, July 20, 2010 |
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can't believe this account is still live :D
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dust at 7:12 AM
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wFriday, May 12, 2006 |
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i million miles of running and i hit the wall
i bounce back and run some more
this is it i'm giving up i'm calling quits
so get down and meet me on the floor
--- veruca salt
no iron can stab the heart with such force as a period put just at the right place
--- emmanuilovich babel
Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up a whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life... You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' or 'how very perceptive' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. Nothing should be able to do that. Especially not love. I hate love.
--- rose walker (in Neil Gaiman's The Sandman)
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dust at 10:14 PM
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wWednesday, September 15, 2004 |
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Damn this long lived voyage,
my ecstasy and my curse.
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No gracious hamlet may hold me
nor duties chain my heart.
~ Vagabond, E. Rene R. Fernandez
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dust at 10:31 PM
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wThursday, July 22, 2004 |
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"Depression is melancholy without the poetry."
- dunno who said that, sorry
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