I don’t make much money. In fact, I quite literally live from paycheck to paycheck... well, actually I often times fall short while jumping from paycheck to paycheck, but (through past lessons learned) I’ve strung together some frail, yet effective, safety nets to catch me between these jumps. And though they barely hold my weight and quickly snap ( Read more... )

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Today is my 10,000th day of life. Act One complete.

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I miss innocence.

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Why bore we unto this time of Air when the last bits of our soul’s depth remain of past? Romance to reality a bitter end; yet we die forth our sweet music. Touché world touché.

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Our existence becomes superficial when we assign numbers to portray it. Our subconscious now thinks in years and age. Instead of legend and depth, we are faced with measured mortality and predestined personal growth. Tell me... how are we supposed to live when we know exactly when we're supposed to die?