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"The Loftiest Goals We Hold are Often the Ones With Least Value" The meadow is full of flowers but the most beautiful of all the flowers is down a hill out of reach plainly visible but unobtainable when you reach it, disappointment overtakes you for it is merely a flower

"Parked Behind Wal-Mart on Christmas Eve While Dad Throws Out the Garbage" White flakes drift past the light That streams out from the high beams The only movement in an otherwise dead world. Inside the car with me there is some life My brothers sit in the back, talking quietly. As the dim green minutes tick away on the dashboard I strain my neck to see around the dumpster Because I'm not allowed to leave the car. How long does it take to throw away a bag from BK anyway? At least he left us the keys this time. I flick on the radio and watch the dial slide past numbers that I don't understand. A shadow appears to the left Signal

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First day of this new class Holy hell, my professor isn't objective in the least I can tell these two and a half hours each week will be a struggle to survive I already want out, not 2 hours in. I came to learn, not hear him proselytize. I've shut him out All I can focus on are varicose veins and coffee stains His face is very familiar, yet I can't place it. Moments later it comes to me He looks like Flounder. Not the fish, but the frosh. That chubby loser from Animal House Plus 60 years.

A Wise Man Once Told Me Something Much More Profound Than This - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It is said there is nothing, Beyond what we see; But perhaps if we listen, We perceive.

I Sometimes Dream of What it Would Be Like Just Moments Before the World Ends - - - - - - - - - - - - I sometimes dream of what it would be like just moments before the world ends. Ash falling like snow, choking life in its counterfeit winter Orange glows in the distance, signals of the end of time Teary-eyed mothers clinging to their children, weeping their final goodbyes I sometimes dream of what I would do just moments before the world ends. I would lie in the grass of a park, enjoying nature for one last moment Or sing a song at the top of my lungs, announcing my acceptance of our fate Or embrace loved ones for the last time, tha

Vibrations like whoa. Back in my hyperspace funbox. There's this weird wall that's not really a wall. It's just a continuum covered in green and purple squares. Inside the squares are question marks and sevens. Always moving and shifting, but I don't know what is what. The same box is in the middle. Same color scheme but so weird. So damn hard to wrap my head around. I think it might actually be my head. There are these strange pink hieroglyphs on the box. I need to learn them. I need them. They are the answer. Who the fuck is that? And what's he doing fucking with my Space/Time? The Riddler, huh? The Riddler is fucking with me

Whatever floats your boat" she said but somehow the idea of being a shipwreck excites me the peak of an iceberg but all she sees is the tip metaphors are all I speak in these days but they barely keep my head above the surface I never cared for water anyhow

There was a young man with an orange, Who kept that there orange for a month, It didn't turn silver, It turned kinda purple, And that there was one spoiled orange.

"I am Tripping on Acid as I Write This" Quite lucid. I am a drug addict. Undeniable My circle of friends are all "high" chasers... Meaning we all live to get fucked up in one manner or another. I have fallen the furthest, though. My highs are high. but the lows are very low. And they come far too often to compensate. I'm crucially depressed. Crippled. Fake. Not dead but not living. I do not want pity or remorse. This is not a cry for help. Just a self inventory. I know what I am. Can I change truly? I hope.