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Sunday. 7.11.04 9:44 pm
i'm sitting in my room all alone with no one in the house and i'm in complete solitude. the music is pounding the walls down, daring them to crack, and my mind is floating in an odd sort of muddled silence. Theres an odd feeling running through my bones and my eyes are half open to the world, refusing to see the worry. and its uncanny. my need for solitude, my hate for solitude. my love for it, the great affinity that reaches for me and keeps me as its child of loveliness, as its slave. the music is perfect, willing me to run across the air, and fall down to its depths, as it carries me higher and lower than i have ever experienced. hrm... a queer feeling...


i'm dreaming again and it can only be a bad thing. *sigh* i really must watch my step and hear my words, and be careful as possible. sigh. i hate my dreams. they terrify me.

lets make movies, lets do something. lets kill these voices in my head, lets find an outlet for my brain and its never ending, unceasing, annoying fancy.
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