

dead things.To be unemployed in wintertime is a bittersweet blessing. Laying in a blanket to watch the snow fall from my candlelit window. The fear of the electric being shut off is calmed by the fact that I have drugs on the way, and they will be here before the lights go out. The chemical taste in the back of my throat saves me from the dark. I am never comforted but sometimes I am complacent. I take solace in my ability to be fickle and spontaneous. I take solace in the fact that no one has ever lived this way before me. Maybe that's untrue and an example of my self-centeredness, but I'd never allow myself to believe otherwise. I let myself believe thdead things.


when i die...I think everyone should have a near-death experience at least once, every week, maybe even today. Could you imagine the clarity that people would have if they were brought to the edge and flung back into life violently on a regular basis? So many useless things would be made obsolete, and beauty could again be found in the word priority. Ive had people tell me, Tomorrow isnt promised to you. And if you are thinking that you are waking up tomorrow, know that that is an assumption.when i die...
When I die I want to be listening to Ginza Pop by Apple Dumplim.
I think that when we die, our bodies are in the m


it's summertime...In October of 2006, I wrote a self profession, in it I claimed that I would abuse myself to a depth of introversion from which there is no visible return. It wasnt a willed action. It was the inevitable and I seen it coming. And just today I find myself trying to escape. The amount of effort Ive poured into being absolutely nothing is sickening. I cant even tell you what Ive been doing this entire time because my brain has been functioning on such a low level that when people ask me about yesterday, I remember days from years ago. If only I could remember how to be who I was. I have the information in front of me, butit's summertime...


call it a lament...I have always been insecure about my narcissistic personality. I used to curse and psychically and physically mutilate myself for years, convinced that my own vanity made it impossible for me to make a single authentic move, from writing a poem to having a connection with another person to taking a bath. My life was a constant movie and I was everyone’s starlet. One thing I really should’ve learned was when to step the fuck out of the spotlight. Because of the aforementioned reasons now it’s very easy for me to be broken down, just mention the words and/or phrases, “attention whore”, “drama queen”, or *gaspcall it a lament...
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Did you know that:
E^2 = p^2c^2)+([<delta>m^2]c^4.
which implies that:
E= [mc^2]/[<sq. root> 1-(v^2/c")].
when p=0 (in eq 1, or 2, whichever you find simpler)
E=mc^2........
(In reality, p can never=0, so E should, realistically not be =mc^2, )
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Did you know that:
E^2 = p^2c^2)+([<delta>m^2]c^4.
which implies that:
E= [mc^2]/[<sq. root> 1-(v^2/c")].
when p=0 (in eq 1, or 2, whichever you find simpler)
E=mc^2........
(In reality, p can never=0, so E should, realistically not be =mc^2, )
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