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A thought.I am convinced that I am disappearing. My body is still here, drowning in the monotony of routine as it sleeps and eats and showers, talking and smiling in failed attempts to seduce happiness back into its sockets. It has become a cavity, useful only as to contain an assortment of organs that beat and function through mere habit. See, my mind has gotten lost inside itself, and true to life's ironic twists, it has maddened itself while trying to reason. Lucidness comes and goes in a cocktail of angry, belligerent, and volatile frames that consume every activity, eating away at my patience and transforming me into a ticking bomb that is about tA thought.
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Cigarettes, LustIt’s cold in my apartment. The fourth cigarette of the morning is burning wildly; the fourth glass of tea is two sips shy of a refill. The light snoring coming from the bed has now stopped and I only wonder: is he coming out of a REM cycle or going into one?Cigarettes, Lust
Of course, looking at him sweetly sleeping begins a whole new set of thoughts. I’m not dreaming of a wonderfully fantastical future with him, no. In five years’ time, the one characteristic I’d like remaining in our relationship is the innocence, the freshness we have maintained so far. In five years, I want to stop typing away at my ultra-sleek black keyboard and turn
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- Favourite movie: Garden State
- Favourite genre of music: Folk Indie Alternative
- Favourite artist: Kurbrick
- Favourite poet or writer: Nabokov
- Personal Quote: Genius creates, and taste preserves.
- Tools of the Trade: Pencil.
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