Pachydermatous
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Thursday, May 07, 2009
I am just in absolute awe of the starkness of old memories. Like you'd thinkscratching the surface of a rusty nail would actually resurrect the shiny and polished one you had. Not! I think I think I think I think in excess. The particles that spanned my 'life' were just dust. The atoms that swirled around were blown away by the wind. The molecule that kept bugging, all it took was one deep breath. It was the happy pill that brought shyness to alchemy. cheerios. |
The Journal
about life being me The Writer
someone with lots of goals and aspirations. "I" is how i see myself and "me" is how others portray my being so no point in my explaining who i am. just find out from your read SCREAM!!
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