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got a camera. it takes pictures.
internet/Spore
sleep
work
**sigh** (blink, blink...)
internet/Spore
sleep
work
GAH! Sweet. VROOM!
internet/Spore
sleep
work
sherbler
internet
sleep
work
_______?_______
internet
sleep
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She pulls her hair back and checks herself in the reflection of the window. Smiles. Takes a drag. Looks like she's waiting for something to happen. Expecting something to happen, like a stampede, or a phonecall. So she fishes for validation and lights up another cigarette. Peaceful. She's nervous, but doesn't know it. Or doesn't know how to show it. There's three things that she wants out of life, one she'll never get, another she will, the third she's buried so deep I'm not certain she even knows what it is anymore, but she know's it's there. She puts her hair up and smiles again, deviously. Movie clips dance on repeat, and adjusting the tracking doesn't help. She's more powerful than she realizes, and she unwittingly uses it against me. Constantly. Lights up again. Hair down. Stretches her neck as she exhales. She wants answers that she can only give herself, but looks for them in everyone else. She needs unconditional, but won't accept it. She breathes intoxication like a virus. I am infected and don't want to be cured.
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disclaimer: words have definitions. Unbiased meanings until we attach our own emotions to them.
internet/Spore
sleep
work
**sigh** (blink, blink...)
internet/Spore
sleep
work
GAH! Sweet. VROOM!
internet/Spore
sleep
work
sherbler
internet
sleep
work
_______?_______
internet
sleep
***********************************************************
She pulls her hair back and checks herself in the reflection of the window. Smiles. Takes a drag. Looks like she's waiting for something to happen. Expecting something to happen, like a stampede, or a phonecall. So she fishes for validation and lights up another cigarette. Peaceful. She's nervous, but doesn't know it. Or doesn't know how to show it. There's three things that she wants out of life, one she'll never get, another she will, the third she's buried so deep I'm not certain she even knows what it is anymore, but she know's it's there. She puts her hair up and smiles again, deviously. Movie clips dance on repeat, and adjusting the tracking doesn't help. She's more powerful than she realizes, and she unwittingly uses it against me. Constantly. Lights up again. Hair down. Stretches her neck as she exhales. She wants answers that she can only give herself, but looks for them in everyone else. She needs unconditional, but won't accept it. She breathes intoxication like a virus. I am infected and don't want to be cured.
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disclaimer: words have definitions. Unbiased meanings until we attach our own emotions to them.