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Apocalypse

The burning rose again in his chest. An internal fire of visions unknown to the world floated behind his eyes, a fire that showed only in his slightly moistened eyes and almost hunched posture. He heard her words and managed to respond legibly, without slurring or deprecation, but the visions continued to pass. Fleeting glimpses [...]

pretention

somehow i am not certain when minimalism reaches pretention, or emotion bows to obfuscation. I know that i trip over that line all the time, (q.v. trxt 11-28-04) and on the rare instances where i am not actually straddling it it is because i am forgetting that people actually have to read this tripe (q.v. [...]

feelings!!!!! :)

“dude, how’s it going?”
“okay.”
“oh, well, alright… i was just calling to see how you’re doing..?”
“okay.”
“…”
“…”
“yeah, well, i figured we hadn’t spoken in a while and i was just calling to see how you’re doing.”
“yeah, i’m ok.”
“okaaaaay. um, i guess i’ll talk to you later then?”
“yeah.”
(sorry)

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private life

ridiculous term. i sit and i think and i am private. except that nothing that i think about is private.
“man is a social animal” -aristotle
even when living wholly for myself i desire other people. i don’t even know what purpose i serve anymore. i used to think that people who knew gradually became better people. [...]

dialogue

alright, so i’m sitting here wallowing in my own desire to use language in a manner completely uncharacteristic of said language and i think to myself, maybe i should write something? share this with the world? what’s the point? i asked myself in a conspiratorial whisper. it’s not like anybody ever understands me anyway, and [...]

trxt

Boy goes to school.
Boy meets girl.
Boy loses girl.
Boy buys a camera.
Boy likes sunsets and trees.
Boy burns photos.
Boy likes trees.
Boy likes silhouettes.
Boy meets girl.
Girl likes clouds behind the trees, and wonders why the pictures are so dark.

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