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Mar. 20th, 2002
I like writing
Mar. 20th, 2002 09:56 pmIt couldn't have been counted as odd or peculiar. It happened every day. I felt certain it happened to everyone, being as I was no different than anyone else. Certainly, I couldn't be different. I had dreams. Wonderful dreams. I was so certain everyone had them. Dreams where I became something, something that I was not on the outside, to others. I was an "animal", as some would call them. Though, how could they be "animal" when they posses more nobility and knowledge of things than we do?
The dreams started randomly. Just one dream happened here, another a few months later. Nothing really noteworthy, except for the reality of them, I was aware of my breath, the smells, the sounds, and the sites. Everything remained intact for days after I had the dream. I thought nothing of this. Surely others had had such dreams. Dreams where they were not what they were physically. Dreams did all sorts of strange and wonderful things, certainly others had the same.
Yet, they soon came faster. They were closer together. The view of the animal grew ever sharper and the difference between me and it, she and I, grew thin, even in reality.
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that was fun, now something different
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Very well, very well, have it your way. We are not the same. You and I, we are different. But you close your eyes and turn away while I stare and dissect you. Your habits, your looks, your attitude, Oh yes, I see it all. I can tell. If not now, you soon will be the same as I, a rotted husk of your past self. Yes, yes, it is destined to happen. Life will wither away before your eyes. That temper, oh that temper of yours will turn worse. Your thoughts, yes, I know your thoughts, will twist and be twisted. You are the same as I, even if we are not.
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I seriously need to work on my writing skills, although I do believe I'm getting better at the whole first-person thing and portraying moods and emotions. Must finish something, yes.
The dreams started randomly. Just one dream happened here, another a few months later. Nothing really noteworthy, except for the reality of them, I was aware of my breath, the smells, the sounds, and the sites. Everything remained intact for days after I had the dream. I thought nothing of this. Surely others had had such dreams. Dreams where they were not what they were physically. Dreams did all sorts of strange and wonderful things, certainly others had the same.
Yet, they soon came faster. They were closer together. The view of the animal grew ever sharper and the difference between me and it, she and I, grew thin, even in reality.
~~~~~
that was fun, now something different
~~~~~
Very well, very well, have it your way. We are not the same. You and I, we are different. But you close your eyes and turn away while I stare and dissect you. Your habits, your looks, your attitude, Oh yes, I see it all. I can tell. If not now, you soon will be the same as I, a rotted husk of your past self. Yes, yes, it is destined to happen. Life will wither away before your eyes. That temper, oh that temper of yours will turn worse. Your thoughts, yes, I know your thoughts, will twist and be twisted. You are the same as I, even if we are not.
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I seriously need to work on my writing skills, although I do believe I'm getting better at the whole first-person thing and portraying moods and emotions. Must finish something, yes.
I'm in pain
Mar. 20th, 2002 10:18 pmIt hurts to sit down, it hurts to stand up from sitting. Stupid hindquarters. I seriously think I managed to bruise my tailbone and it hurts, nrr. Of course, the utterance of "aua" or "ow" is usually inaudible and I try not to complain, but it is a rather annoying hurt all the same.
Despite a two hour nap I'm being told to sleep now
Work was okay. I just don't feel as if I'm accomplishing anything there. But I suppose that's the point right? Just go throught he motions, get money, then ship it off to Herr Cole for Germany. It's really not meant to accomplish anything other than to supply myself with this silly thing called "currency."
I want a job where I'll feel fulfilled at the end of the day. Yay! I'm going to teach! I'll get to do all sorts of things like polute/clean up the minds of our youth and twist them into little potentially dangerous artist people! Woo! Sounds like fun to me!
Work was okay. I just don't feel as if I'm accomplishing anything there. But I suppose that's the point right? Just go throught he motions, get money, then ship it off to Herr Cole for Germany. It's really not meant to accomplish anything other than to supply myself with this silly thing called "currency."
I want a job where I'll feel fulfilled at the end of the day. Yay! I'm going to teach! I'll get to do all sorts of things like polute/clean up the minds of our youth and twist them into little potentially dangerous artist people! Woo! Sounds like fun to me!