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It always easier to write when I am unhappy; mind you that unhappy doesn’t necessarily mean sad, it just means unhappy. I want to listen the my own voice, it’s like the answers reside in the words that I stamp on the page, but for me to see the answers I have to stamp the pages. Is it fair to hurt people, is it fair when you know the outcome is going to destroy so much of one’s joy? I think not; but how do you know it’s going to head that way. I am so twisted man, so fucking twisted. I am going to pay for this, life doesn’t bring you such fruits on a daily basis, and I know I am going to pay for this. It’s ridiculous, it makes no sense, and yet again it does make sense. The possibility is there, so close to your skin, my skin, it’s there I’ve breathed it, smelled it, touched it-- I am going to pay for this, but rather this than the possibility to that. Why do I leave her in pain, I am…
I’ve always been attracted to people who are suffering. It’s my vice, if you need my help I’ll give it to you without wanting anything else, without demanding anything more. That’s my calling in life, to alleviate pain. That explains everything I’ve done in my life, why I am doing what I am doing, why I am still working this career, why I picked up that phone.

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

“I am so happy, so very happy” I have no idea, but I am guessing there is a song like that. This is the worst day thus far, this week. HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, that’s what I felt like saying all day. I can’t take it anymore, I am mentally stress, bend out of shape, and completely on edge.

Murder in BasketballVille

What do I know about Vermont? I know little about Vermont. There was a girl who lived on my floor sophomore year who was from Vermont; she wasn’t allowed to watch TV growing up. That’s all the contact I’ve had with Vermont; however, two days ago I felt a resounding feeling towards that place, I felt hate. As the scoreboard showed what was to never be shown, I crumbled, and felt that world had become an enemy. The scoreboard indicated the following: Vermont over Syracuse, my beloved Syracuse.
The underdog had won. Even though I always favor underdogs, the feeling that came to my stomach that night overthrew any lien I had with the mythical David. I hadn’t felt that way since Argentina beat Brazil in the 1990 WorldCup. Pain, I felt pain, that’s the final outcome, pain in the land of my heart.

A Sponge

That is the answer to the question.

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I did forget that I could do this from here.

I’ve got holes on my top, my side, my front, and my back, but I still hold water. What am I?

I’ll give you the answer tomorrow, if you are good.

This day came, and will go in probably the same fashion, completely unimpressive. Yeah, I am not feeling this, not this typing, and definitely not the sound that this keyboard is making. One more hour to go till freedom, temporary and fake freedom; it will go away as soon as I am in my car, yep, as soon as I am in my car.

Short

I am so freaking tired it’s disgusting. I’ve got two more years in me of this crazy high tempo life crap, after that I am moving to a slow community with a fishing pole and just kick back into my real introverted self.

Beautiful Crazy

Sometimes multiple is good, like multiple orgasms; at least I gather they are good. However, some other times multiple is bad, like when you have multiple midterms, or pimples, or bills. Now this word can be either good or bad depending where you put it. I guess I am the same way; I can be either good or bad, depending on the outside stimuli. I am not at all rigid really, I’ve found that to be the higher way for certain settings, a lot of flexibility up here, and a little rigidity down there.
What is the song that you turn to when things get hectic, when the world is moving too fast, and all you want to do is slow down, get a beer, and watch a girl with the right twitch walk. My song is ‘Beautiful Crazy’ by the Space Raiders; it always brings me that much needed serenity. I put it on repeat and let it play until I get the feeling back in my legs to move, it’s a beautiful thing.

Exert

My eyes are heavy, they are also warmer than usual, when they are sending me those messages I know my body has begun fighting for health.

War for Peace. Kill in the name of God. Think about that for a while, does it really make sense?

I was thinking about the lunar landing; you know how gravity on earth is six times stronger than gravity on the moon, so it is expected that one would face 1/6 the resistance you face on earth while on the moon. When thinking about resistance, we can clearly imagine that if two identical items are moving along the same plane and one finds resistance in its path it will automatically move slower than the other object. If the aforementioned statement is true, why is it that the astronauts move at a slower pace when on the moon than when on earth? If anything, the opposite should be true, astronauts should be moving six time faster when on the moon than when on earth.

12:55 and my day has just started, I’ve got 7 more hours to go before I see the bottom of my comforter. “Excuse me while I kiss the sky” these words just made sense to me, just right now I understood what Meth was, and is talking about. When was this out, like nine years ago, it took me nine years to get it, wow, talk about slow.

We all have dreams

I had the craziest dream a little while ago, I was back as a freshmen in college, but I was older, like twenty-five or so, the college was different too, cause the dorm, the only one, was a big open place with a lot of beds next to each other. It was like an open room, but you had like a thousand roommates. So, as dreams move from frame to frame, I found myself in the next frame. I am back by my bed, and I start flirting this girl who is a porn star, I mean I know she is, but I don't know how I do, but I just do. So, we start talking, and flirting, and laughing. She's really funny, and is saying a whole bunch of funny stuff, making me feel really comfortable and stuff. So after a while, it gets dark, and the next thing I know she is all over me, so we go at it, we go at it hard. We never used the bed, we chose the vertical plane instead, standing and fighting gravity. While in the act, the lights started to come on again, and the room, which is the size of a stadium, started to get filled with people. Still we didn't deviate from our act, still we kept going at it, and slowly but surely a crowd started forming around us, and gate next to us started opening. Charlie, a girl who lived on my floor freshman year, was walking through it, as I saw her I stopped in mid thrust, smiled, and told her to keep the gate close. She looked at me with wanting eyes, backed off, and closed the door. Even with the traffic, and the people, and the stares we kept going at it, creating fleshy sounds. When a young brother invaded our personal space we stopped, and while looking at me she said 'we will finish this later' and walked to another part of the huge room while putting on her clothes. After watching her walk for as long as I could, I glanced around me and saw the faces of other freshman boys just like me grinning, with wild and endless questions on their minds. None of them asked any though, so I got dressed and thought about what happened. After being fully clothed, I scurried in the direction she had walked off to, caught up with her, and didn't know what to say. She looked at me with empty eyes, and looked back with inquiring ones. So I stopped walking and sat down on the nearest bed and day dreamed. In another time frame I found myself on my bed, sitting there, cleaning it up cause my next-bed mate had stepped on it with muddy shoes, I didn't get mad about it, but was just cleaning it. Then she came walking by, this time her eyes were saying let's go, at this very moment and old friend of mine, one that I haven't seen in at least ten years came by, eating some comfortable food, and casually talking to me. I looked at him, nodded, and continued listening to him, all of a sudden the guy who had stepped on my bed pointed in her direction at me, then I looked at my friend, and told him I had to go. Hurriedly I got up, and started for her direction, then I walked back towards my newly acquired floor-mates and shook their hands while saying 'This is going to be a good semester' then ran in her direction. While walking, she started taking her blouse off, and then I realized I was in a dream, and woke up.