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Poetry. Stream of Consciousness. Spontaneity. Angst. Humor. Bliss. Regret. Comtemplation. Comfort. Fear. Hope. Love.
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Tuesday, November 27, 2001 :::
awake with a tinge of something...chaotic renegade with a hammer singing this one today, just like yesterday, and the day before. not caring what i think, or what anyone thinks. stomach alive for the first time in decades...feeding off of thoughts thrown its way. emotions received. the scent of new is in the air...surroundings no longer as comforting...the longing for adventure has triumphed over all else...need to get away....make a move...experiment...drive drive drive drive drive drive drive. and stop. and meet EVERYONE that will accept greetings. do whatever i want. sing as loud as i want.
someday i'll visit iceland and develop my own speak. i should do that anyway.
::: posted by AJBrotz at 8:42 PM

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