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venting machine.
history.
A given
1985, east coast, servitude to the nation.
confused, clarity-hungry shapeshifter.
badminton, ktv, the bigscreen, slumber.
soccer, surfing, pool, relationships.
analytical & brain-churning communication.
GOD.
ecstatic_fogginess@yahoo.com.sg
Recent addictions
automobiles
books
fitness
Subway
any other stuff??
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
9:08 pm
"Can you hear every word I'm not saying?"
A prickling rawness is breaking out..
I'm seeing a potent bubbling toward everything limp- ALL that speaks of comfort and self-preservation. A distancing from the source of true revelry in Virtue. A complacent inclination.
The other plaguing outbreak creeping up at me is a quiet fortitude of passivity and equilibrium- mirthful and peppy, albeit void of all verisimilitude and gravity. A hedonistic convenience.
It's like being stranded inside a swimming pool of mercury with pure, acrid sulphur fumes above the liquid's surface. And your only hope of salvation is the drainage hatch 10 feet beneath you, with your air tank only able to sustain you another 10 seconds before you're gone.
Race time. Race friction.
But I'm almost listless!
Superman, come quick. I'm languishing.
Or I'm just Down..
(My irritants and the irritants cause me not to be able to express correctly, as an adult. But I'm so correct it's irksome.
Bei- brings back some zeal. Compete and prove!!
Girls cross lines through me. I cross over too.)
doodled
XD
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