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Devious Journal EntryReally tired. Good night.More Like This
(Thought I might say it here because there's no one else to say it to)
Devious Journal EntrySo I finished writing this dialogue thing where one character is talking with this other guy. Like:More Like This
1: Good morning.
2: What's wrong?
1: I'm sick.
2: Really?
1: Yeah. Really. Why would I lie about that?
2: I don't know. Where's my jacket?
1: What?
2: My jacket. Have you seen it?
1: No. why?
2: Don't be a jackass. Because it's cold, that's why.
1: No, it's not. The sun's shining, the air's warm. Trust me, it's really annoying. You can't miss it.
2: What? No, it's--ow! What was that?
1: What do you mean?
2: Oh, God, my leg--look, my leg--
1: There's nothing there. Calm down--
And, well, I'd love to finish this, but, well, I'm a little busy. But I got down what I could. Long story short, the guy with the invisible leg problem freaks the fuck out and turns into a monster, whereby the other guy runs like hell but doesn't get far. The end.
PeopleI mentioned earlier that I don't think relationships work out. I'm not pessimistic enough to think no relationship ever works out, but, well, people can't stand me very long. And I probably wouldn't stand another person too long. But I do have a belief that the majority of relationships don't work out, and it isn't exactly an unfounded idea. People are nice to be acquaintances with, and friends are great, too, but I've never really lasted in one of those longer than a year and a half. It's actually rather pitiful.More Like This
That reminded me of the first time I heard the word piteous: in a GameCube game, Mario Sunshine, I think...what a random thought. The first time I saw the word peculiar was in Daisy Head Mayzie by Dr. Seuss. Why do I remember that?
But people don't just fit together so easily. They think they do, but they don't. They just don't. I don't know why, but a lot of people don't fit together and they just try and try and are too afraid to break up or they try to convince them
ActingI’ve never thought about it, y’know.More Like This
It never occurred to me.
You’ve always been that guy who’s not exactly what you’re dreams are about.
No. I didn’t say that.
We’ve been friends since … forever I guess.
You’re not supposed to think about your friends like that.
There were boyfriends and even some girlfriends. I wanted to know … wanted to find … Dunno what I was looking for.
And we were friends all along. I liked us being friends. I needed us being friends.
I can’t tell when we changed. I can’t say what changed.
It scared me. I didn’t want to lose
Man of ShadowsI stared at him with a not-so-serious expression.More Like This
"So you're saying that they've sealed off that part of the woods because people say there's ghosts?"
"No, that's not what I'm saying at all," Ian replied. "What I am saying is that something is out there, and they want to keep it out there. They don't know what it is…"
"Then why don't they go look for it?"
He acted as though I suggested that we start burning people at the stake.
"Are you crazy?! Didn't you hear what happened to old man Jenkins?"
"…no. What?"
He leaned forward to whisper, so I did the same.
"You know how he usually went hunting at night…right?"
"Yeah
In My Darkest HourIn her, I saw the dawning star and the rising moon. There is a pale glow about her reminiscent of the whitest pearl. To her – for her, I would sing of only the sweetest serenades and utter only the most flattering truths. For you see, she – bountiful in her blessings both beauty and wealth – bears no liking to the many others with vast riches; she speaks softly and treads lightly. Her dainty feet fell unto the earth with each step as softly as the winter snow, and that in her wake, she leaves nothing but a lovely memory of her visit.More Like This
In my dreams, I place a cloth above the stars. I blanket the cosmos, itself, with the weave o
A BoxTake with you what you will from my cache, that, otherwise, would lay untouched. For within its dusty husk you shall find an endless supply of that which I cannot use for myself: appreciation.More Like This
Stay your curiosities and heed what will become my epitaph. I have traveled far and long, and have learned many a things. The world – divided up into so many parts – works in a strange unity, and yet, all the pieces struggle to strive independently. The people, their collective and individual ambitions, the world and its eternal trek to grow, rejuvenate, and mend the wounds at a rate far too slow to stave off the lacerations left in mortal ma
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