these are the school days
this weekend is being planned out,slowly.
alison and i have been talking more(im writing this like she wont read it) and im starting to be cool with her, which is weird and i hate rollercoasters(figuretively cuz actual roller coasters are a lot of fun except waiting in line but ill talk about that later)we keep makeing plans like saturdays developing film with _her_ friends and takeing pictures in general and watching certain movies. it all sounds fun and i hope it works. i have troubles talking to her because i always think of things to say afterwords or when i shouldnt say them. but its okay? in hip i wrote a weird thing and i think im goning to get up find it come back here and type it.
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countless atoms spinning combining into one.
one chemical, one purpose, abused
all it can remember is darkness
a prison surrounded by others like it
the moment it sees light, the outside world it is again surrounded by darkness
there is nothing arain, a hallway slowly walking forward, forward to what?. purpose.
it all is instint heavenly white stalagtites and stalagmites raise and fall smashing the victum, from the stream a long worm slowly raises, blingly it smothers you. you relax and melt, to the walls ,running you still dont know were to go, you stop. which way will you go. you part ways with the alternate decision. you go left as your second guesses go right.
it relaxes, floats to the skys undisturbed. as he is completeing his race., again. in a prison you are surrounded by others. silent nonwilling you are again in darkness. you urge the others for sympathy, a need for company. you are realesed out of pity and out of lust
. you are spread out in the middle of a lake face down. you watch the reflection of pilars of silver fall and devide you self, your thoughts, feelings you watch yourself organizingly seperate into piles. you are frusteranted and ungreatful your piles are mixed and seperated again. unpatently you and your mounds run , where is there to run, the lake is endless to sight,
yo go into a vortex, a swamp , struggleing to reach your goal, purpose. you enter a room , a control room, anything can be done, it quivers as a burning sensation brings it what was initially executed. with pain you want pleasure and get pain again.
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thats a rough draft of the alagorie i wanted to write during meads. i would go into more depth and change it more definately but i think im glad i got that much down even thought i mabey wont add more... i need to get my camera with my dividend because ive been takeing pictures with my head and have already gone though too much film to actually go back and take all of the past pictures with a camera? bah i hate when i write too much that i can handle so i end up finishing with a question so i can ask others for understanding? mutha fuckin ow god damn bitch mutha fuckin shit uh uhhhhhh
alison and i have been talking more(im writing this like she wont read it) and im starting to be cool with her, which is weird and i hate rollercoasters(figuretively cuz actual roller coasters are a lot of fun except waiting in line but ill talk about that later)we keep makeing plans like saturdays developing film with _her_ friends and takeing pictures in general and watching certain movies. it all sounds fun and i hope it works. i have troubles talking to her because i always think of things to say afterwords or when i shouldnt say them. but its okay? in hip i wrote a weird thing and i think im goning to get up find it come back here and type it.
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countless atoms spinning combining into one.
one chemical, one purpose, abused
all it can remember is darkness
a prison surrounded by others like it
the moment it sees light, the outside world it is again surrounded by darkness
there is nothing arain, a hallway slowly walking forward, forward to what?. purpose.
it all is instint heavenly white stalagtites and stalagmites raise and fall smashing the victum, from the stream a long worm slowly raises, blingly it smothers you. you relax and melt, to the walls ,running you still dont know were to go, you stop. which way will you go. you part ways with the alternate decision. you go left as your second guesses go right.
it relaxes, floats to the skys undisturbed. as he is completeing his race., again. in a prison you are surrounded by others. silent nonwilling you are again in darkness. you urge the others for sympathy, a need for company. you are realesed out of pity and out of lust
. you are spread out in the middle of a lake face down. you watch the reflection of pilars of silver fall and devide you self, your thoughts, feelings you watch yourself organizingly seperate into piles. you are frusteranted and ungreatful your piles are mixed and seperated again. unpatently you and your mounds run , where is there to run, the lake is endless to sight,
yo go into a vortex, a swamp , struggleing to reach your goal, purpose. you enter a room , a control room, anything can be done, it quivers as a burning sensation brings it what was initially executed. with pain you want pleasure and get pain again.
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thats a rough draft of the alagorie i wanted to write during meads. i would go into more depth and change it more definately but i think im glad i got that much down even thought i mabey wont add more... i need to get my camera with my dividend because ive been takeing pictures with my head and have already gone though too much film to actually go back and take all of the past pictures with a camera? bah i hate when i write too much that i can handle so i end up finishing with a question so i can ask others for understanding? mutha fuckin ow god damn bitch mutha fuckin shit uh uhhhhhh