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So news...here we go.
Sassy and I are awesome. Jesse is coming out with David. That is gonna be awesome. If you catch any show on the Acoustic Manifesto, that is the one. It is going to be great.
It was cold here today. Did a whole lot of nothing minus class. Chilled with everyone mostly. Sat around alot. So now Facebook has it to where you can have photoalbums and people are going insane with it. Pretty ridiculous.
Should I do what I haven't done in ages.....I think so.
You know it. Here it comes. The dashesss....wah.....
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With ambient lights shining brightly on the puddle that lies before me, I gaze into the blue colour of this tiny abyss. Who would think that when you fall into a puddle, it could drop you into a rabbit hole. I hold to the top of it but fall anyway and find myself in the middle of a city that is unknown. But I know it for some reason. It is like I am not even there at all. I decide what will be where some how, or I just know. In an attempt to tip the scales of this universe, I turn into an alley where I fall into another puddle. Michael stood there looking at me with a strange look. He handed me a photograph that he took of the accident that happened the day before. All I saw was smoke. And the military men in the corner turned to me and saluted us both. With the fire of a gun into the air, I found myself on a hill. I stare into the sunset of a rainyday, but know that no matter how unknown this place feels, I feel at home. I found the letter of one of the soldiers who he wrote to an unaddressed group of people but they knew who they were. I close my eyes as a bird takes flight.
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Ok that is enough nonsense. If you go back to some date I can't remember the letter he found is one of my old journals. It says something about my brother. If you don't know, don't ask. Jes I know you remember that letter and how awesome it was. Ok so farewell for this evening.
"Don't cry I'll bring this home to you."
Sassy and I are awesome. Jesse is coming out with David. That is gonna be awesome. If you catch any show on the Acoustic Manifesto, that is the one. It is going to be great.
It was cold here today. Did a whole lot of nothing minus class. Chilled with everyone mostly. Sat around alot. So now Facebook has it to where you can have photoalbums and people are going insane with it. Pretty ridiculous.
Should I do what I haven't done in ages.....I think so.
You know it. Here it comes. The dashesss....wah.....
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With ambient lights shining brightly on the puddle that lies before me, I gaze into the blue colour of this tiny abyss. Who would think that when you fall into a puddle, it could drop you into a rabbit hole. I hold to the top of it but fall anyway and find myself in the middle of a city that is unknown. But I know it for some reason. It is like I am not even there at all. I decide what will be where some how, or I just know. In an attempt to tip the scales of this universe, I turn into an alley where I fall into another puddle. Michael stood there looking at me with a strange look. He handed me a photograph that he took of the accident that happened the day before. All I saw was smoke. And the military men in the corner turned to me and saluted us both. With the fire of a gun into the air, I found myself on a hill. I stare into the sunset of a rainyday, but know that no matter how unknown this place feels, I feel at home. I found the letter of one of the soldiers who he wrote to an unaddressed group of people but they knew who they were. I close my eyes as a bird takes flight.
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Ok that is enough nonsense. If you go back to some date I can't remember the letter he found is one of my old journals. It says something about my brother. If you don't know, don't ask. Jes I know you remember that letter and how awesome it was. Ok so farewell for this evening.
"Don't cry I'll bring this home to you."