Maybe Life Can Breath

Apr 05, 2008 04:44

I am far more into writing random things, then exact. I ate a hamburger today for lunch. I don't like it. Felt the wind pressing hard around my body, while I stood alone.

I'd rather create then rehash. Question, rather then conform. Any form of information is important to me. Over having food, water, and air listed to survive, I need something created. Rather it is what I learned, or what I said.

It's hard when so many things are geared towards being the same. So we march, as I sink. So we listen, but we hear nothing..

New place to post things. Wonder if I'll just speak to myself until I am bored and let it die again.
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