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Archive for August, 2008

I have under a week before I’m back at school and can already feel myself switching back to my school-ways, which makes me very happy. The summer is so boring, long, and lazy; but now, I can go back and find myself in the lifestyle I love. I hope that once I’m back I’ll also [...]

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It’s 5:18am and I’ve already been awake for two hours now. I just laid in bed listening to music the whole time. First it was Modest Mouse, then I began to fear that I may not fall asleep, so I put on Livin La Vida Loca by Ricky Martin thinking, “If anything can make me [...]

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I “finished” that short story tonight, but will never feel it’s finished. It’ll always feeling like it’s missing something. Maybe it’s going to go the same as how I feel when I draw, never perfect. I hope not, but I’d hate to also lose my desire to make everything better. It’d be great to one [...]

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When I begin to write I always get really scared. Whenever I put down a word I’m not just choosing to use one word, but I’m choosing not to use every other word. There are so many stories just waiting to be written, but every word I put down tells all those stories to keep [...]

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Through the night young men and women come and go, without forgetting to light candles before heading to their homes. They mouth their odes of faith before even reaching sight of the altar. Their eyes radiate as they speak to their god, and feel his response. They give their evenings to faith. I take seat [...]

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You can’t begin to imagine how many sentences I begin but never end.

Michael

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I’ll miss what could’ve been, but I hope from here on out I’ll take the chances given.

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Tonight, I was driving home, but sort of wasn’t at all. I was driving. I didn’t have a destination, but more a point where I felt my heart sink and reality kicked in telling me to turn into the side roads, and weave my way home.

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I want to tell everyone the story of Ashes, the cat I had between ages four and five. He eventually left in the night during a thunderous storm, but that’s not a significant point in this tale. His name was Ashes, even though I originally wanted to name him “Penguin Face” for how he looked [...]

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