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Still in a catastrophic mood. Not actually upset or angry, just very willing to take whatever opportunity is offered for ending my continued existence. Sort of hoping a plane falls on my house. This brain is a cruel joke - maybe if I'm going to be incapabl of interacting with human beings brain could stop making me WANT TO and then we'd all be a lot better off.
Day seventeen
[1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16,17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30]
And he knew their desolate palaces
Thaleb was acquainted with the sneering faces
of the rich men with their loud-puttering cars,
And he knew their desolate palaces.
The overflowing dustbins their only graces,
these houses which blot out the stars;
Thaleb was acquainted with the sneering faces
of high-powered men from lowly places,
twisted lips and minds bristling with scars,
and he knew their desolate palaces,
to be prisons for those of many races.
Behind garden walls and windows' bars,
Thaleb was acquainted with the sneering faces,
the glares, the greed, the shrinking traces
of kindness remote as the surface of Mars -
and he knew their desolate palaces,
those soul-less gilded cages a thousand paces
from side to side: hells for poor and for shahs,
Thaleb was acquainted with the sneering faces,
and he knew their desolate palaces.
["Thaleb" is a transliteration. I tried to find a translator online which would give me the roman alphabet version of the word I wanted, but no joy.]
Day 29 - Goals for the next 30 days
Keep on top of coursework. Find work experience. Write more. Try not to kill self. Recordings etc. Try not to murder people for making flippant remarks. In the even that this fails, dispose of the bodies adequately.
Day seventeen
[1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16,17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30]
And he knew their desolate palaces
Thaleb was acquainted with the sneering faces
of the rich men with their loud-puttering cars,
And he knew their desolate palaces.
The overflowing dustbins their only graces,
these houses which blot out the stars;
Thaleb was acquainted with the sneering faces
of high-powered men from lowly places,
twisted lips and minds bristling with scars,
and he knew their desolate palaces,
to be prisons for those of many races.
Behind garden walls and windows' bars,
Thaleb was acquainted with the sneering faces,
the glares, the greed, the shrinking traces
of kindness remote as the surface of Mars -
and he knew their desolate palaces,
those soul-less gilded cages a thousand paces
from side to side: hells for poor and for shahs,
Thaleb was acquainted with the sneering faces,
and he knew their desolate palaces.
["Thaleb" is a transliteration. I tried to find a translator online which would give me the roman alphabet version of the word I wanted, but no joy.]
Day 29 - Goals for the next 30 days
Keep on top of coursework. Find work experience. Write more. Try not to kill self. Recordings etc. Try not to murder people for making flippant remarks. In the even that this fails, dispose of the bodies adequately.