When the ink dries, we'll have another bastard's peace.

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

an overinflated sense of self-importance

has lead me to change the title here. also it's a way cooler band name than a rebel to tame, methinks.

"Lady Eboshi: What exactly are you here for?
Prince Ashitaka: To see with eyes unclouded by hate."

*thanks imdb.com*

in addition: a bunch of stuff i've written lately.

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Beyond Understanding

Broken light bulbs flicker on and off; passersby turn their heads and cough. This can't be happening; am I in a haunted house? This stuff defies explanation. Could somebody find me a way out? I came in here looking for my cat, seems there's more in here worth looking at. Papers blow around, birds fly in slow motion. Inconsistencies abound. I'm not just going through the motions, but suddenly I'm being dragged away. For a while there I wanted to stay. I come by every now and then to drop a can down to the ground hoping maybe it'll float again, but there's no haunted house to be found.

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The Left Profile

trapped between the covers and the guilt, trying not to play this role to the hilt. always the bad guy, never the bride. sometimes it feels like i'm only along for the ride. life's passing me by like so many telephone wires running alongside train tracks in the countryside. it has its ups and downs but after a while i stop paying attention. indifference becomes too ordinary to mention.

exes and "oh"s.

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