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Wednesday, November 02, 2005
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The lashes grow with each passing moment. The mailwoman supplies ingredients for a disaster we have not planned, but are guaranteed to follow through on.
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This is the cul de sac of adolescent boundaries in which we cannot break free. With each round the crack our knees scab on becomes larger. It's only a matter of time until it swallows us whole.
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Is it preventable? Although the frontal lobe (and its surrounding comrades in brainery) don't believe in fate or bearded men with puppet strings, there is always the inevitable. There are Certains and this is one of them. It will happen, it must happen. Whenwherewhywho?
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Consider this! tools motives angst ANGER hatred time past present future lies rinse e x p a n d repeat. Warning sirens are muffled and distorted by salty tears stored and saved. A Rainy Day is soon and checks have been written. A plan is a plan is a plan. Follow observe OBEY. The bones are not metallic gears, but they follow the same pattern. It is out of anyone's control.
Sickyboy has kaleidascope eyes with disproportionate hands and razorblade nails. Studded lids flicker in rapid succession as the images flash onto the screen, but he sees nothing but diamond skies. The film repeats and he is none the wiser. It is a lesson never learned and a pattern always repeated. This is the end of all times.
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STOP
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