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An experiment in retro
Both Coleridge and Camerhil, but no T.S. Eliot? My LiveJournal is incomplete!
And indeed there will be time
To wonder, ' Do I care? ' and, ' Do I dare? '
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair--
(They will say: ' How his hair is growing
thin! ')
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
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Is this an resurgence? Nah.
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My Subconscious Owns My Playlist
I actually read the lyrics of "Scars" by Colours Run just now, which is now the new background song on my Xanga. Spookily apropos.
"Scars"
It's going to be the last time
I remember where I was born
For I'm going to lift my wounded eyes
From the playgrounds and the lawns
I don't know why I hang around
Now all of my friends have gone, gone
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Days to live in infamy
You cannot love someone who does not love themselves. These people are bottomless wells: they will drink all you have to give and leave you both empty and defeated.
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An Addendum
For the record, no-one took anything. I freely gave away. But that part has been identified, tried, and repressed. You may go about your business now. -
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Man, I remember when I first started online blogging (my brief foray with Blogspot doesn't count) over a year ago. How different things were! How envious and effete and ineffectual and enthused with emo gaiety I was. How unfulfilled and betrayed I felt. How different things- wait.
Oh, well, what the hell.
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This Journal Is a-mouldering in the grave
I'm going to retire it in favor of my Xanga, http://beta.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=sadircman
I'm going to copy all of my previous entries and store them there. Cheers. -
Détente
To my Respected Counterpart:
Détente, Détente, Détente.
A détente has been called. Please kindly begin the negotiations. -
The negotiations never took place
Let the nonexistent record show that I tried. I tried to achieve reconciliation, I tried to make peace. My efforts once again fall upon deaf ears. It is not my fault and this is the position I will continue to hold until my death or peace. This conflict is something I contrived myself. I know that I am at fault for starting it... but it is not ( Read more... ) -
Social Development
The main source of my agitation is the hints of social displacement. I do not firmly believe that I “belong” in any particular group. The simple fact is that I do not have the sufficient time and energies to commit to any. Thus, I reject them with a sense of self-righteous affectedness that seems to also be a source of my problems, and that in ( Read more... )