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it's like..what's the damn point of a journal if i don't take the time to write in it?i am a castle built on solid foundations. my exterior decor is the epitome of the impregnable fortress. all that makes me is perhaps enviable, definitely strong and proud beyond doubt ( Read more... )

so, that's how my dead run is gonna end, huh?

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it's official..kle is a LUNATIC!!

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i enjoy being someone i'm not. does that make me stupid or does that make me hot? whatever, i care not. it fools the eye of the beholder to see, that in the end it's just plain old me. me that crumbles, me that falls. me that fails to climb those walls. walls of history, mystery, might. walls that grow taller in the night. push me aside, where i'm ( Read more... )

he'd never stared down the barrel of a rifle before.

now there are six of them looking down on him, inquisitively almost. looking at his chest, to be precise. as though that were the only part of him that mattered.

and indeed he too feels it is so. for that's where the emptiness seems to radiate from. 'hah, the proverbial pit in the stomach,' he ( Read more... )

i have taken the healthy habit of updating journals under the influence..it's quite funny, productive and definitely entertaining..i mean, i've written before when drunk or mildly so, but rarely on an online journal..i wish i could leave the mistakes i make while typing, but then no one would make anything out i'm sure ( Read more... )