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Part Two --No Part One--

Think of the world as a giant sphere, only it is formed out of an infinite number of points on the Earth’s surface and only appears as a ball when viewed from far enough away. Humans regularly navigate through this infinite number of points, and it is a safe assumption to say that a human’s trail, when observed all at once, is centrally located around their home and radiates outward from there. Given that, what are the odds two humans with no prior knowledge of each other’s existence would cross paths and leave a lasting impression? Of course, the odds of two people halfway across the world crossing paths compared to those of t

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IdiomaticI just wanted to get over her.
Standing six feet over her, on her grave, didn't help as much as I had expected.
I hated the way the grass was filling in the remaining bare splotches.
Sure, she had to be buried. But not covered. Nobody deserves to be covered. Idiomatic
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This Pain TogetherTwo miserable lives. Two perilous pairs of eyes. Ravens, hawks, falcons, buzzards. In life, we're constantly dying. In war, we're constantly losing. If I could keep just one thing in my life, it would be this emptiness you gave me.
Words are laundry hung out on the line, tedious even as they dry. These silences used to comfort me, when they echoed grains of sand, But now I find their presence fleeting, my thoughts are ever-so quickly retreating To those times when something was certain. Not permanent, but iminently doomed. The nice thing about a ticking time bomb is that most This Pain Together
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Notes2I
Never write notes. Especially to someone you care about.
They just become evidence.
Evidence of your naivety, evidence of their utter indifference, evidence of the past.
If you have no notes, it's almost as if things never happened. It's almost as if you never knew them and never met them. If you try hard enough, and eventually forget why you were doing it, you can erase someone from your life.
But not if you have notes.
II
Never care for someone like you mean it.
I mean, it's okay to enjoy that person's company, but never let them enough Notes2
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But Can You?"Can't you ever feel yourself—dying?"
"Never.

Okay, sometimes.

Often, actually.

Increasingly."
"The better you feel yourself dying, the less afraid of death you are. But Can You?
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What's Become of UsHello, my Darling:
Two years ago, it would never have occurred to me that we could be in a situation where I would not purposefully cross the street just to say, "Hello." There are some people, you see, whose presence you take for granted--whose friendship and love you assume, always assume, will be available and of interest. But today, while I was busy juggling the mail and looking for my keys, I watched you come out of the coffee shop and walk right past me--and I let you go. It wasn't conscious, it was simply that I had other things on my mind. For the first time in forever--in our f What's Become of Us
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Oscillations, aftershocksI. My head weighs ten pounds. Somehow your body weighs less.
II. It was too easy to rattle your bones. I would play simple melodies on your ribcage but you could touch so much more with nimble fingers licking piano keys catching the cadence of forgotten rhythms in your sleep. They said you never made a sound.
III. I never understood harmonics. They slip away softly in the night like stolen teeth and memories of you.
IV. In my dreams you're always screaming. Does that sickle smile mean you're happy now?
Oscillations, aftershocks
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Like WolvesShe stepped out of the convenience store and into the sweltering summer night. Mosquitoes and gnats buzzed by uncomfortably close to the hair piled sloppily on top of her head, and she swatted them away absentmindedly as she stuffed a Marlboro into her pouty lips and fumbled for a lighter. Like clockwork, a gruff trucker passing stopped on his way in and offered her a light pulled smoothly from his dirty jeans. She gave him a flirty smirk and a thank you; he eyed her up and down before heading into the store, the chime of the door crying into the humid air awkwardly. She took a puff and dropped the Like Wolves
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Devious Journal Entry

Tue Dec 25, 2007, 8:23 PM

I have been out of the loop. A lot. NaNoWriMo didn't help, but I won. Still in the process of editing, reviewing, trying to figure out if the book is genius or idiotic.

I want to continue writing and posting things, but wishful intentions don't let that happen, and occasionally time constraints are an issue.

Regardless of whether I decide to find time for deviantart; I want everyone to know that it has had a large impact on me that resulted in deciding that I wanted to write for a living.

I want to thank everyone whom I have met, read, commented, learned or in any way interacted with through deviantart.

So maybe this is goodbye, or the start of a new beginning; who knows? Either way, it was a smorgasboard (teehee) of fun, and I'm certain these memories will be looked upon with fondness

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Favourite band or musician: Fall Out Boy, The Devil Wears Prada
Favourite genre of music: Rock/Hardcore
Favourite poet or writer: *GeneratingHype, Agatha Christie, William Sleator, Brian Jacques
Favourite style of art: literature
Operating System: not crappy linux
Shell of choice: the sea variety
Favourite game: disc golf, of course
Favourite gaming platform: Free online games
Personal Quote: "Why do I fall in love with every woman who shows me the least bit of attention?"
Tools of the Trade: A large brain, a big heart, and a small amount of disc golf skill