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[Aug. 4th, 2014|09:59 am] |
Journal is mostly friends only.
Comment to be added, I guess. |
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| une saison en enfer, rimbaud |
[Nov. 8th, 2009|09:21 am] |
Et c'est encore la vie ! - Si la damnation est éternelle ! Un homme qui veut se mutiler est bien damné, n'est-ce pas ? Je me crois en enfer, donc j'y suis. C'est l'exécution du catéchisme. Je suis esclave de mon baptême. Parents, vous avez fait mon malheur et vous avez fait le vôtre. Pauvre innocent ! - L'enfer ne peut attaquer les païens. - C'est la vie encore ! Plus tard, les délices de la damnation seront plus profondes. Un crime, vite, que je tombe au néant, de par la loi humaine.
Tais-toi, mais tais-toi !... C'est la honte, le reproche, ici : Satan qui dit que le feu est ignoble, que ma colère est affreusement sotte. - Assez !... Des erreurs qu'on me souffle, magies, parfums faux, musiques puériles. - Et dire que je tiens la vérité, que je vois la justice : j'ai un jugement sain et arrêté, je suis prêt pour la perfection... Orgueil. - La peau de ma tête se dessèche. Pitié ! Seigneur, j'ai peur. J'ai soif, si soif ! Ah ! l'enfance, l'herbe, la pluie, le lac sur les pierres, le clair de lune quand le clocher sonnait douze... le diable est au clocher, à cette heure. Marie ! Sainte-Vierge !... - Horreur de ma bêtise. |
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[Nov. 8th, 2009|08:59 am] |
sometimes people go crazy in an instant, and theyre lucky, cause they pretty cease to care about anything about everything in an instant too.
sometimes people feel themselves losing the so called cohesive treads of sanity bit by bit, so excruciatingly slow that it feels like you've got your nails up in the shredder - in slow motion.
what do you do about not being able to do anything about it?
so you might cry, scream, act like a nutcase but what can you do really?
i really just want to sleep and never wake up. |
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[Nov. 1st, 2009|03:54 am] |
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if in 3 days i havent
1. died from pain
2. disappeared from the lack of nutrients ingested
3. killed myself to get away from the pain
please congratulate me. then bring me out for a good meal.
but if in 3 days you see me
1. wasting away from lack of nutrients ingested
2. dying from pain
3. about to kill myself to get away from the pain
FORCE ME TO SEE A DENTIST (or donate to the "exorbitant wisdom tooth extraction fee" fund)
if you happen to be religious/have special powerz pray for me. or do the dance. or cast a spell on me plztankzbubye |
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[Oct. 28th, 2009|12:24 am] |
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False face must hide what the false heart doth know. |
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[Oct. 5th, 2009|06:59 am] |
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i am damn irritated why cant ther be like, 30 hours in a day or so damnit! I NEED MORE TIME. |
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[Oct. 4th, 2009|11:39 pm] |
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viktor & rolf and lanvin = yummy!! |
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[Oct. 4th, 2009|11:19 pm] |
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HAHA jpg s/s mega fail. |
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[Sep. 30th, 2009|08:20 pm] |
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counter-intuitive is the new word. because special relativity (einstein's) is all about being counter-intuitive and he shows that just because you wouldnt think of it normally doesnt mean it cannot be true and i think that dear boy might have hit paydirt because dont we all behave counter-intuitively sometimes too and therefore it doesnt mean that we are all screwy and wrong and i am not bothering with punctuation anymore because that is how my brain is working and everything is flowing shifting around and out of my head like a wet sponge and im tired im so tired and i hate science but its true i do want to be a renaisssance wo(man) too but i feel like im caught in a parallel dimension where little makes sense or maybe in a time warp where it takes me 2039423098x the normal comprehension time to understand a single theory and hey i am incorporating physics theories arent i though albeit i believe not in the way that my lecturer would be proud of and ijustwantthistoendendendendend og omg omg omg DIE DIE DIE. |
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[Sep. 22nd, 2009|02:27 am] |
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sick and coughing blood, funnnnn. |
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| the aliens |
[Sep. 6th, 2009|05:26 pm] |
you may not believe it
but there are people
who go through life with
very little
friction of distress.
they dress well, sleep well.
they are contented with
their family
life.
they are undisturbed
and often feel
very good.
and when they die
it is an easy death, usually in their
sleep.
you may not believe
it
but such people do
exist.
but i am not one of
them.
oh no, I am not one of them,
I am not even near
to being
one of
them.
but they
are there
and I am
here. |
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| (no subject) |
[Aug. 25th, 2009|02:47 am] |
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I AM DEAD. I KNOW NUTS ABOUT PHYSICS AND THE FACT HASNT CHANGED AFTER READING THE LECTURE NOTES. I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IS GOING ON (planck's law? ultraviolet catastrophe? quanta? photoelectric effect? threshold frequency?) I MIGHT AS WELL BE STUDYING GREEK. I AM DEAD. DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD. DEAD.
i keep reading about planck's law and half the time i get irritated by his name (looks like a misspelled plank) and the other half of the time i spend trying to decipher strange symbols. wtf. WHY ARE THE EQUATIONS SO HARD????? |
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[Aug. 25th, 2009|12:51 am] |
so much pain, so much angst, so much joy, so much love.
sometimes i wonder if all is worth it. we go through life's cycle in various permutations of the above and it repeats itself, in different forms, different ways, but always indelible, ad nauseam. to what purpose? so we can say at the end of the experience that we have learned, grown stronger, wiser, all the more capable to deal with the next wave that comes? the theory of eternal return is a tiresome one. i myself am constantly struggling with the intense desire to either live out the rest of my days in a room (i can empathize with the agoraphobe), or put an end to it right here and now. i suppose we can only be glad of that, thankfully, we only need endure a lifetime's worth of repetition.
but then again, even in that we cannot know. |
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[Jun. 8th, 2009|11:26 pm] |
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walking. not exactly the time to feel depressed about a variety of so-called ailments in my sad, pathetic existence. i would be better off dreaming about being a worm. |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 28th, 2009|10:59 am] |
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing. |
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| Wanted: |
[May. 25th, 2009|10:48 pm] |
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Help from people who've been to europe. |
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