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July 10th, 2006
 | 11:56 pm - love for loathing
this happy piece started as a poem last night, in my car, but then i got mad at it for being shitty[1] and threw it on the floor. now it's a paragraph, because really all my poems are just paragraphs with pointless linebreaks. it's still shitty though.
[1] also because i think so much faster than i write/type/talk and sometimes it gets very frustrating when i'm forgetting what i wanted to say and trying to back up and figure out how i got where i got and things are all muddled and i just give up. if i try to slow it down i lose the train of thought, and if i let it go along on its own, i forget it all when i try to record it after.
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So... usually when you throw things on the floor, they break into pieces. You threw existing line breaks on the floor and it unbroke and became a paragraph.
Your words are creepy but fascinating.
And your userpic is even moreso. and moreso looks like morose, which is even more interesting. i like when things look like other things. i remember once reading the amityville horror (which blows), and there's one part where it was supposed to say something like "he put his arm around her" only instead it said "he put his harm around her". talk about putting things in a new light! it's hard to break things that are written on a piece of paper. just doesn't shatter properly. usually when i get mad at something i'm writing i stab it with the pen, which is more effective for the destruction.
either way, though, would be quite costly if i'm writing on the computer. ![[User Picture]](https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/62603090/111837) | | From: |  danoot |
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| Date: | July 11th, 2006 09:03 am (UTC) |
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the sentiments expressed in your paragraph are perfectly sensible and I have shared in them previously.
I hope you're alright, mang. |
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