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[_transient]

Nothing comes out right lately. My creativity is seeping away; trickling out my toes and flowing fast through the cracks in the sidewalk, away into some city underground where my muse sleeps. My muse has forgotten about me. I'll let this pass (it always does). In the meantime, give me something to ponder

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[anonymous]

are programs like "the L word" a step forward or backward?

[anonymous]

i always feel like none of this is real, yet i'm constantly drowning in these false surroundings...i could drown over and over again, as long as someone would drown in it with me. i wish i had something real to hold on to.

[lbwtfh]

i wish i could live on the coast of the great barrier reef, diving through shipwrecks as a morning hobby while having someone with me to enjoy the neverending teal horizon.

[anonymous]

I don't think it's worthwhile to fantasize about other places that are supposed to be better because people there probably fantasize about being somewhere else too.

ad the guy before me wasn't anonymous.
whoops.

[anonymous]

I wish that I could stop depending on wishes.

[_transient]

me too