| I am an insomniac so you can always catch me around the late hours of the EST. |
Creation.I lean forward and type, stretching my legs out before the night. My head hurts.Creation.
The page is aglow like a lunar-powered device, I stare at the keys with pale letters and numbers. It is English, the language I see. Each word a thoughtful formation from beyond my time. My neck hurts.
I do not bother illuminating my space. It will surely remain unchanged. The pens rolling about for spontaneous use and headphones dipping lazily down the cabinet, housing the crisp layers of white print paper that must be reloaded incessantly.
My throat hurts.
| I am an insomniac so you can always catch me around the late hours of the EST. |
I have a super amount of uploading to do
Artistic
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It sucks but still
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With your baby's breath breathe symphonies come on sweet catastrophe...
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"Spiritual progress does demand at some stage that we should cease to kill our fellow creatures for the satisfaction of our bodily wants."
-Mahatma Gandhi.
it reminds me of my 5 furballs ha
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You can be beautiful, but you can't be beauty.
Cats are awesome!
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"Spiritual progress does demand at some stage that we should cease to kill our fellow creatures for the satisfaction of our bodily wants."
-Mahatma Gandhi.
i love that clock...its so weird it just calls to me ahahahah
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You can be beautiful, but you can't be beauty.
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i ate yew O______o
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*bite*
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