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Sometimes its like Im not living life at all. I dont think anyone is. There is something so appealing about going to college, getting married, and having kids...but it's so formulated. I just wish I could be like Thoreau, or maybe Kerouac. I wish I could be like them more than anything in the world. I dont understand what keeps me from what I ( Read more... )

 Ive been on a reading spree lately. 
In Cold Blood
The Dharma Bums
Siddhartha
and a Collection of Haikus by Kerouac.

Here are some words I particuarly enjoyed.

Dissipation
Thanatoid
Amerce
Dyspathy
Sartorial  
Indicative
Citric
Unctuous 
Frenecticsm 
Loconic
Clod
Assiduously 
Superimposed
Augured

 I cant stand feeling so pointless and bland.

Im never coming back. I dont care.

 BUNNY!
Where did you go?

Sometimes, I really wish I could write the events of my own life, because Im really sick of everybody else doing it for me.

 I really like where I am right now. I hope things keep on going for the better. 
I do believe this is progress.

I need for this semester to end. 
I need Radiohead here, and then Bonnaroo. 
And then I need to move out.

apocalypse swelled in my pores
breeding bursting stars and bleeding sores. 
so my eyes tried to stratify 
when i sat and sought to try 
to see more than i see.