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start: one fifty-three am.
i could attempt to be witty at this point in the evening, but what purpose would it serve? i suppose it'd lead to some dramatic climax in which the reader would follow and eventually be satisfied with, but that's typical - cliche. i don't know if i've already said it, but i'm destined for something greater than average. either perspective taken, and it doesn't matter. i'm human, i have a tendency to screw things up, i let emotions get in the way - i'm cliche.
all's fair in love and war? true. there's some small print with the previous statement that many parties fail to attach: love is war. cute, proto's fallen for someone, right? wrong. believe him to be the one that is different 'cause he hates relationships, hates physical interaction of a sexual nature, and hates what he did last week. believe him to be the insane one because he can place himself outside of a relationship and predict the moves of each competitor much like a game of chess. believe him to see nothing. keep that train of thought, it opens doors. remember the definition of love - a tragic break-up shortly after losing the precious "v," hearbreak and tears and fights because he wanted her best friend, silence and invectives that she caused. pontious pilot - washed his hands clean and for good reason. he follows the example.
just because it can be seen doesn't mean it's visible. just because it can be heard doesn't mean it makes a sound. just because it can be touched doesn't mean it's real. just because you can see doesn't mean your eyes are open. just because you hear doesn't mean you're listening. just because you hold it doesn't mean it's yours. think you have an idea? trust me, you don't. somehow, this perspective will be twisted so much that its original meaning will be lost, but that won't matter. remember, it's only true if they believe it to be.
don't understand? someday, maybe, perhaps.
end: two fourteen am.
good morning america
i could attempt to be witty at this point in the evening, but what purpose would it serve? i suppose it'd lead to some dramatic climax in which the reader would follow and eventually be satisfied with, but that's typical - cliche. i don't know if i've already said it, but i'm destined for something greater than average. either perspective taken, and it doesn't matter. i'm human, i have a tendency to screw things up, i let emotions get in the way - i'm cliche.
all's fair in love and war? true. there's some small print with the previous statement that many parties fail to attach: love is war. cute, proto's fallen for someone, right? wrong. believe him to be the one that is different 'cause he hates relationships, hates physical interaction of a sexual nature, and hates what he did last week. believe him to be the insane one because he can place himself outside of a relationship and predict the moves of each competitor much like a game of chess. believe him to see nothing. keep that train of thought, it opens doors. remember the definition of love - a tragic break-up shortly after losing the precious "v," hearbreak and tears and fights because he wanted her best friend, silence and invectives that she caused. pontious pilot - washed his hands clean and for good reason. he follows the example.
just because it can be seen doesn't mean it's visible. just because it can be heard doesn't mean it makes a sound. just because it can be touched doesn't mean it's real. just because you can see doesn't mean your eyes are open. just because you hear doesn't mean you're listening. just because you hold it doesn't mean it's yours. think you have an idea? trust me, you don't. somehow, this perspective will be twisted so much that its original meaning will be lost, but that won't matter. remember, it's only true if they believe it to be.
don't understand? someday, maybe, perhaps.
end: two fourteen am.
good morning america