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:: Thursday, September 12, 2002 ::
Natural High
its the tragic irony of it all...to have no more identity...to have it temporarily erased...its this pattern of circus that we all partake in...but its farce...we all know about the fascad...and it keeps us distracted. enough of that..no more distractions...i'm tired of having every thought diverted and left abandoned while i drift off...you may think i'm joking, but i want to go to health services and try to get some riddilin...there's got to be a cure for this...
'memento mori'...enjoy the acute pleasures...enjoy the acuteness of life...i read a story for my literary narrative class and the theme of the story was that; love cant save you...or the other interpretation was that even though it cant save you, love continues on. sometimes i wonder about the authenticity in either of those options...its like riding the circumference of a circle and never quite being able to break it.
samanas seek themselves by getting rid of their former self...run away from yourself...take everything away...strip yourself down to the core....who are you?
tunes: Bottle Of Justus....yeah, they played tonite on the quad...the band is doing well...got to talk to chris...they're recording a new album over the next couple of months...if you have checked my rockstar's site yet, give it a look...they fuckin rock out...i love solid hugs...
i dont even know what to say regarding sep 11...any emotion regarding this tragic event is idle within me now, but ill note that i cant believe a whole year has gone by since this shit went down...when you put things into perspective; life is good.
happy anniversary to my rents!
and happy 20th bday nik! love you and miss you tons!!
and as BOJ ended it tonite...'keep on rockin in the free world'
stellar lady:: Anonymous 12:20 AM [+] ::
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