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JudgmentsPeople should be better to each otherespecially peoplewho share their livesthroughout their lifePeople should treat each other bettershould respect one another moreshould not take out so much misplaced anger on one anothershould do what I have yet to learn to doPeople just aren’t as close as they could beas close as they should beas close as they need to beas close as they truly want to

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It’s scary how much you can do for someone and how little it can mean.If you remember one thing I ever write, always remember…Time chimney man boobs. Let that be my legacy.I want my writing (style) to be thought of as the opposite of Haley-Joel Osment's face, whatever that is.There seems to be more acceptance than love, yet at the same time more tolerance than acceptance. Partial shadows

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Something, AnythingMaybe somedaymaybe one daymaybeperhapsit just might beone is never to knowMaybe somedaymaybe one day…perhapsIt just might happenIt just might come to beOne day…Maybe(1/23/2010 12:41 pm)

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Homebelonging to somethinganythingbeing a part of something more than yourselfto connect with lifeto connect with anotherto belongto be one with anotherto belongas a partof somethingto feel your placewith something elseto belongto belongto belong…to fit in somewherebelonginglonging to belongfeeling that much more aliveone is to cryto feel something that so-to feel as thoughyou are where you are

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HeartbreakIt hurts too muchto think aboutso I try not to-but it is thereand that’s enoughto do its damage(1/17/2012 appx 3:15 pm)

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The Collective Letdown.The all that got away.Life…to be able to laugh by the end of it.On the brink of insanity stands philosophy.Outdoor sporting goods stores are indoors.Some things:Vagina corn flake.The bisexual peanut.Oil lamp bloodshed.Racist microwave.Happy-go-lucky cereal.Bubble gum taco.The depressed banana sandwich.Pink fantasy laptop.Deodorant stick cancer death.Beautiful white snow

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What is with these people who come out during the winter and run around in the dark with a flashlight on their head? What is with these dorks?Never be so busy that you can’t piss when you have to.Stop enough to appreciate what you have yet be open enough to realize what could be.To see the life you have now and to know the one I do, it makes me feel sick to know that it should have been me there

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Never ForgetNever forget.Never forget everything you have ever had.Everything you have ever shared.Never forget.Never forget.Never forget all of it that was.Never forget all the moments together.Never let it just fade.Never forget.Never forget.(12/31/2011 10:32 am)

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A: What day is it?B: A day there has never been before and never will be again.

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Give it time.

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It Must BeIs regrowth beautiful enough to warrant death? It must be.Are the smile on the faces of my nephews and niece enoughto warrant the death of my grandmotherand all the emotion that comes with that?The torch must be passed.There is no way to hold back lifenor deathIt is only a cyclethat continues onWould I trade this for thator would I come to learnhow to be more rich full of experiences

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HereI would give it allonce againeven after giving so muchmany timesand getting nothing backI would still give it alleven with the knowledgeof how it can end upI would give it allthis instantfor some sort of loveI would give it alleven though I know the other side of thatI am not scaredI do not fear in the wayI would give it allright nowI wouldn’t hold backif I found someoneworth giving it toIs

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An AbominationWhat has happenedto this great, open beautiful countrywith stretches of greenmountains of treesrivers, streams, lakes, oceans?What happened?It must have been greed.The malls went upwhere the forests once wereThe streets started to carve out the landinstead of the rivers doing soWhat happened here?It must have been greed.Even the sky is polluted, somehow.What happened to the vast

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Thank you god. Thank you whatever. Thank you life. Thank you something. Thank you for this life. Thank you for blessing me with it. Thank you for making it so good. Thank you. My life is a gift that has been given to me. I am truly lucky. Thank you to those around me, those that have always been there. Family, friends, loved ones. Thank you.

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FadingI see neon amongst the treesbillboards secured into the mountainsrivers still running - but now through concrete spillways.People living, but missing so much lifeby not being connected to the Earth of which they are(12/6/2011 hot dog ranch)

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Young LoveTo be young and in loveor at least naïve enough to think it is so-but I’ve yet to come to a feeling like thatagain(12/7/2011 around 1 am)

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Realness In The Eye Of ChangeWhat do you do?You attempt to enjoy your lifeand go with the way it goesYou can’t attempt to fightit is toughto come to learn to acceptbut you have toDeath can do that to youIt can change you that much - for the betterYou can’t pretend it is some waythat it isn’t-that type of thingcomes back aroundin the endYou can’t make somethingthat truly isn’tI meanyou might be

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Free?Kids on scootersgoing down hillsas free as a bird in the skybut they just don’t know it - does anyone?(mid December 2011 Bienek Ave)

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People Aren’t As Close As They Should BePeople aren’t as close as they should beEven those who are togetherdon’t really sharenearly close to everythingthat they areThere is a good façadeRelationships, girlfriend, boyfriends, wivesbut it doesn’t go to much more than a labelTogether for everyone to knowbut they knowthey aren’tPeople come into each others livesfor a certain amount of time-never

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People I Can Do Without:Anyone who orders pizza delivery for their dog.Anyone who stops and says, “Wait, let me put my bling on first” right before sex.Anyone who can spell “inconvenience” but not “convenience.”Anyone who uses being deaf as an excuse for being cheap.Anyone whose mind is usually on The Muppets.People who write out “Gulp” when explaining a story.Overweight people who site eating as

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The Black HoleThe way it isversesthe way it could becreates a gapso largeif one were to attempt to write about itthey will findthey can’t(11/15/2011 3:16 pm)

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Did You Forget?Did you forget how beautiful the mountains are?How vast the sky is?How deep the oceans go?How much love one can have for another?Did you forget it’s all worth itsomehowin the endor even now?(11/11/2011)

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Unexplainable TearsGetting so close to touching somethingsomething more than thissomething greater than any of itsome sort of emotionuntouchableby anything(11/11/2011)

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You might be following, but look behind you - you are also a leader.A: What time is it?B: Forever.I hope you appreciate this phone call - I’m getting cancer because of it.If you think of how far you have to get, it can seem too long. Once you get there, it seemed to happen so fast.If there were no critics, then there would be no need to prove them wrong.There is always something serious behind

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Looking In A MirrorIs this who you are?Is this what you are meant to be?Is this what you thought you would become?(12/11/2011)

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AgainI was just a kid onceand I lost her-my gramI’m an adult nowand it doesn’t change a thingI still miss hermore than anything can sayI only hope I one day see her again(12/11/2011)

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You know how people remember where they were when JFK was shot or on 9/11? I remember where I was the first time I watched South Park. That shit was far more important to me.Being lost can be nice because it leaves the possibility open of being found, which is an amazing feeling. Being lost might be better than always knowing where you are because when you are lost and then found, it makes it

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The goal is not the only part of the journey.

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The Law Of MotionBirds are better than airplanesfeet moving forward better than wheels on a car doing the sameearning something much more rewardingthan having something do it for youThe struggleis part of the successthat makes it worth itThe time put inwhat is given backwhen something is accomplishedThe days go byand we forget to realize themSleeping through sunrisesworking through sunsetsIt is

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It is small steps toward nothingness. I am crawling toward simplicity.

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Only The Finest A woman puts a beautiful tablecloth out. Hand-stitched, white, and with an immaculate design that took weeks to make, she fans it into the air and it neatly lands on the table. Then, she makes her way around the solid oak chairs, fixing all the corners and rubbing it down so as to make it lie flat. She goes over to the display case, and finds her most expensive China dishes.

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Railroad tracks behind 7/11 and Burke Construction, Adams.Montgomery St. North AdamsTea & Writing. A typical morning around here.FTW. I loved this, not sure why. (Walking bridge connecting Colombia and Murray St., Adams)East Hoosac St, looking towards Hoosac St, AdamsSunset at my Mom's house, North Eagle Street, ClarksburgWest Main Street Bridge near K&M Motors, North AdamsHillside Cemetery,

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SimplicityI think my cats know somethingthat I don’tI can see it in their eyes, on their faceas they lie on the bed next to meThey aren’t hiding itthey just know itLook at themThey have somethingI don’tThey have somethingwe as peopleare missingI look at my catsand simply lying in bedthey do with style-they have this waythat we just don’tIt might bebecause they come from the feline family-lions,

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Red clouds of fire encompass the sky, green lighting strikes at the will of the gods, a chariot full of purple horses carrying blood red demons with black hoods and keyhole like eyes pinpoint death with their pitchforks of doom. Humanity has fallen. Grey smoke chokes away life as it lines the sky, scraping holes into the gaps of the atmosphere. Sheets of sharp ice fall from above cutting

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Recently there has been some god talk on here (more than usual, at least), especially in the post below. I don't want to sound like a rambling religious freak, so just to be sure I would also like to say fuck god. Yes, fuck 'em. That should even things out. Fuck god. Fuck his son. Fuck your belief system. Fuck mine. Fuck the whole godforsaken thing (ahahah, like that wordplay?) Laughter

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I think god had something important to say, but the problem is that if he was god, he would be smart enough not to tell it to a human. I think god told it to the sky, the sea, the mountains. I think god told it to life itself. I think god was smart enough to know that any of his ideas couldn’t be wasted, squandered on the idea of humanity. I don’t think humans are some special form of life

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WonderingYou look at the stars and wonderconnecting you with the past of humanityWonder is like hopein a wayIt’s a joy when there might not be anyWonder is underratedTo sit in awe of somethingTo not be sure of itSurescience tells us some things-the stars are gasses clustered togetherbut to meno answer is good enoughto answer the questions of life’s mysteriesI’d rather be in wonderthan knowI’d

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If the afterlife was a mirror of your entire life, would you want to look into it?I was looking for my hair tie. I was looking all over for it, pissed off that I lost another one. I found it. It was in my hair.You are alive, and so am I. Something brought us together. You are reading this. That’s cool. We met, somehow, even if only our minds, thoughts, ideas. Wherever you are, whatever

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Slipping TimeWe are hereevidence that the past has workedthe way it ishas been more than enoughto pass our seed onto watch our children growWhat is the evidence that the future will hold such a fate?Why are we going so far awayfrom what has worked?Will they one day read thisand realizewe are far too ahead of ourselves?When will we realizethat enough is enoughtoo far is too farWhen will we open

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The Faceless MarchPlastic machine menwith minds of anotherArmies moving toward nothingfollowing no goal but of that supplied by their superiorA voidfaceless monsterwith no feelingsthis army of war createsMen half a thingwith no feelingsonly actions-actions told to them as orders-and they follow suitMachine menstepping their way towards hateMachine menrobotsrobotically moving in a direction not of

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Yes, that is right, “Yard Beautification.” We have come to that point as a species.Randy Marsh, my writing notebook, and orange juice. Life is good.Two Dandelions Still Fighting (December 1, 2011 North Houghton St. Clarksburg)This was written on an abandoned house on Brooklyn St. in North Adams. They are urging us to "PLEAE KEEP PEACE." Not sure what that means. Always spell-check before

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The man showed up fashionably late to the ritualistic sacrifice. He was punished for it by being killed in ritualistic fashion.I sometimes think “foot” should have been spelled “fut.”I have an addiction. I’m not addicted to cocaine, drinking, or even gambling. I’m addicted to cracking skulls when punks start static. We don’t have many meetings, but when we do, Fred Durst always pulls a no

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I'm used to the sticks around here in Adams, so I had to take a picture of this big metal wirey thing resembling a tree off the highway on route 1 near Norwood. I call this, "The Ugly Tree." Yeah, I can get all artsy-fartsy when need be. Don't hate."Juicy Socialite" shirt. Someone will not only wear this, but will pay money for it. I thought this fact was hilarious. Just think about the

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In Massachusetts, there is a billboard, made out of paper which is trees that have been cut down, raising awareness about the Asian Longhorned Beetle, a beetle which is known to ruin trees. So, what we have is a tree that has been cut down and killed promoting the stopping of a beetle so that it can no longer kill trees. We are so worried about the beetles killing the trees, but are so caught

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Say something with your life.

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Any doctor who uses the word “Oops” as a frequent part of their vocabulary.An old school pro wrestler proudly attempting to take credit for being the guy who started the habit of using steroids in the business.Anyone who calls their mother “dude.”Anyone snobby about how much money they don’t have.Anyone with a homemade “Snot Rocket World Champion” plaque hanging above their fireplace.Anyone

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Colombia Street, Adams (next to Angelina's).

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I sit and cry about how good I have it. I can’t help it. I am that blessed. I am that lucky. Something, somewhere, and the people around me have been worth it all. They have all been so great to me. There are tears on my chest as I write this that fell from my eyes which came from my heart, which is nothing but part of my soul. Thank you. Thank you for reading. Thank you for being part

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I don’t know. I’m glad about that. I like the mystery.

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Hey, everybody, look! They are selling the church! That church is for sale! God is looking to cash in. Times are tough, even with all the tithing. Check it out, god uses Monarch Realty. Everyone, look, they are selling the church! Line up, the house of god is being traded for green paper with some ink on it.War: Why would you voluntarily go to a country in which the people living there

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The Road Towards YourselfFollow your heartit might be taking you somewhereperhaps toward yourselfperhaps toward who you are(11/15/2011)

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The kids don’t read anymore, it’s boring to them. They don’t like listening to old men talk about how much candy bars used to cost. They like some fantasy realm listening to music about guns and drugs. The kids don’t read anymore, and I don’t blame them, I never did either. It takes a lot of luck to find a writer worth reading, and a near miracle to find one different than the rest. There is

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A Great SentenceAfter I left my duplex, I was getting road head from a mulatto midget while driving my hybrid, and I noticed that it is only half as good, especially for me, a bisexual.

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Saw this on the railroad tracks near Ashland St., North Adams

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g/ odthe ego of manwhat a folly it is to fight over godthe confusion of mankindnowhere more evidentthan in the fact that out of the greatest lovecomes our greatest hate(11/12/11)

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ObstructedBeautiful views of the mountainsobstructed by our wiresWe all have to get somewhereto somethingwe forgetwhere we already are(11/15/2011 Harmony St., Adams)

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I jammed my finger. So then, I peanut buttered the other one. Then I put them together. Finger sandwich time, mother fucker!I saw a billboard that said, “1 in 6 Americans struggles with hunger.” Apparently, 1 in 6 Americans doesn’t know what “struggling with hunger” actually means.Sometimes, you don’t know you’ve got it, but you do. Worse off, you think you don’t. It is one thing to have it

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Mock. Live longer. Come to understand. Accept.

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To Myself, NowDon’t waste your timeit might be all of itthat you haveDon’t forget your childhoodwaiting to become an adult(it is so easy to learn thisafter you have grown)Don’t wait for itlearn to get itlearn to let it comeDon’t ruin the glory of your middle yearsslowly realizing how fast it can all passDon’t let old agebe the only thingholding you backfrom daring to do somethingDon’t ever be too

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It’s a high school basketball game. The coach is on the sideline. He can see out of the corner of his eye one of his players sitting up in his seat, as forward as he can be. He can feel it. He knows he wants it. He knows he wants in. He knows he wants a chance. This kid is ready. This kid is ready. The coach can just feel it. He turns toward the kid, looks him straight in the eyes and

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Wood is not pollution. EVER! If I eat an ice cream bar and there is a stick left over and I throw it on the ground, that is not pollution! It is wood. It is a tree. It will go back to the grass and become part of the earth again. Same with paper. Paper is never pollution. It is a tree. In much the same way, throwing food anywhere is never pollution, EVER! Food is never pollution.

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Watching Rap VideosI’m not trying to stay relevant, I’m not attempting to sell any of this shit. I’m not trying to find a fan base, or looking to cash in on this feverish mind pace. I’m not looking for a way to make these words make millions, they are already worth more to me as they are. I don’t need a thousand followers or even one person listening, only myself, the one who I write it all

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I keep seeing these road signs that say “Men & equipment in road.” Well get them the fuck out of there! Add “…in life” onto any statement in order to sound really deep.Sage: “My hair is getting really long…in life.”Pee-on normal person: Wow, this guy is deep!Mystic: “My cat is sitting on my lap while I sit on the couch…in life”Everyday jerk-off: Shit! This guy will blow your mind, he has

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There Is A GapThere is a gapbetween usthe humansand natureand it wasn’t always thereWe have created a ripa tearin the idea of living as we shouldThere is a gap therethat we never quite get to seeand few rarely noticebecause it is one of the thingsthat we don’t want to seeabout ourselvesThere is a gap between natureand humanitythat wasn’t always thereand we need to get things back to the way they

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Hug the individual and you have loved humanity.

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We ForgetWe are allso confusedWe look to the sunfor answersWe look to a godwe have createdwithin our mindin a world outsideWe strive to knowthe way nature workswhile raping itthroughour daily livesWe all walk aroundnot knowing anythingand we hope (and wonder)that we will findsome answersBut there are no answersonly more confusionAs the people fall to their knees towards Meccaas people sing hymns

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You can never give a speech at your funeral. You have to give it with your life.

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Dear Todd Hey Todd, how you been? It’s been a while. I heard you recently got out of jail. How was your stint there? Perhaps holding up a McDonalds at gunpoint isn’t the best life decision, especially at the age of 47. It just sort of ruins that whole, “I was young and stupid” excuse so many like to use nowadays.Well, you old hippie fuck, I think its about time to cut that long ass hair.

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Knowing What Could Have BeenDon’t look at what you’ve lostit might make your heart fallknowing you never had itNever look at what you’ve lostor never quite hadyour heart just might hurtknowing what could have been(7/24/2011 9:44 pm)

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I’m not one of these idealists who thinks peace will get something done.I think going to McDonalds would make me want to throw up. And that isn’t even because of the food. That is just watching the other people there eating it.We make men into myths they wouldn’t live up to if they were still living.I consider it a good day if you aren’t missing a large chunk of your head by the time you are

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I'd rather live like a bum than die like a success.

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If I say this enough it will be funny, if I say this enough it will be funny, if I say this enough it will be funny, if I say this enough it will be funny, if I say this enough it will be funny, if I say this enough it will be funny, if I say this enough it will be funny. I guess not. I guess not. I guess not. Fuck this it isn’t working. Fuck this it isn’t working. Fuck this it isn’t

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The Alarm ClockThe world is sleepingthe people need to wake upThis societyis turning a blind eyecovering their eyes slightly with their handsattempting to ignorewhat is truly thereThe masses are snoringthe people are happy because of itbutone can only sleep so longbefore a nightmare occursand the one in our dreamswill be nothing comparedto the one that will really be therewhen we wake upif we don

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Hey, if you are reading this, thanks for reading this shit. I appreciate it. I try to always keep in interesting enough to keep coming back for more. I wouldn't ever write it if I wouldn't read it, so again, thanks for checking it out.Sentences that I’m not sure what they mean but they sound good anyway: When you kill god, the idea finally has a chance to born.I don’t (something my cat ripped

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Mirror LikeWithout the vegetation, what will grow?Surely not us.With the concretewhat will survivebut our society gone wrong?With the green traded in for the greywhat kind of life will there be on the planet?Only oursBut within nothing to feed off ofwe’ll be leftwith only ourselves-a dark, cold, concrete existencemuch like the one we created(7/26/2011 1:45 pm watching Planet Earth).

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Completer Of InfinityYou are standing on a staircase that reaches higher than you can see to the top and as low as you can see and beyond to the bottom. You are somewhere in the middle. Actually, it doesn’t matter if it is the middle or not. It stretches to infinity either way. There is no way to judge just where you are in these steps of the infinite.Then, you begin to ask why, and you take

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People Should Be Better To Each OtherLove doesn’t always lastalthough it shouldPeople aren’t always faithfulalthough they probably should beI know I haven’t always beenRelationships should be more realnot as superficialon a deeper levelbutpeople just don’t know how to do itLove doesn’t always lastalthough it shouldPeople aren’t always true, realwhen need beInteraction for the most part nowis at a

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they think that countingsyllables and having formmeans something - they’re wrongwhen the form becomesthe most important aspectof art - it is doneWe studied haikusin high school, I thought, “those suck.”Well, look at me nowfive syllables, firstseven syllables, line twofive more here - haikuI wish the haikuwould go- but it can’t becauseI am writing thisThis is the first timeyou’ll read a haiku like

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Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…no one knows anything. Don’t go around saying this too loud. There are many out there who stand upon the fact that others think they know what is going on. It is the ultimate secret we all know but don’t want to admit. Shhhh…no one knows what is going on. Hey kids, even the adults have no clue! You know how you look up to us because you think we have order and know what is

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BalanceFor the sake of being a writerI decided to let my thoughts run freeFor the sake of being saneI’m going to have to learn how to control them(Wed Feb 23, 2011 11:19 pm)

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SomethingThey had been together since she was a kid. Sixteen years old, new to the world. Still young, innocent, still so young. Think about it. 16. In a world of the ability to be 90, what is 16? And, she had been with him since then. They had shared many moments together. They had been together since that time. Her life was much a part of his as it was her own. 16. 16 and a mind

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We don’t need to do more for the environment, we need to do less. Doing more is what got us to this point in the first place. Stop doing shit. Walk around. Don’t do anything but sit there. That will help the environment get back to where it was, and to where it should be. It is better for the environment if we do less. Stop trying to do all this shit and let it be as it is while living

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If you have no reason - get the fuck out of here.If you don’t want to be the best…leave.If it doesn’t bring a tear to your eye and a pump to your soul, forget it.If it’s not total love, don’t even dare call yourself a writer.Don’t even dare disrespect something I love that much.Life - Every step forward is one step back to where you started - DeathHouses lost within the trees of which they really

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A Person Looking For LoveI seea loner just looking to connectI seesomeone who has almost no oneI seesomeone who wants nothing morethan to know a little bit of someone elseI see someone just looking to connect somewhatto somethinganythingsomeonenearly anyoneI see sadnessand depressionI see lonelinessa lonelinessI once knewand because of thatI now seeI see someonejust looking for someone to

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People I Can Do WithoutAnyone who, in the year 2011, wants to know where he can rent VHS tapes.Any porn actress who looks like she is just, “running through the motions.”Any drug dealer who claims that he is, “just trying to make ends meet" or “just trying to put food on the table.”People who say “fantastic” way too much. Especially when it is being used to describe something that isn’t even

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With LoveI do itfor the look on my nephew's faceand the laugh on the othersI do itfor the smile on the face of my nieceI do itfor my sistersand their childrenI do itfor my motherand my fatherand my cousinsand my friendsand the love I have insideI do itbecause I canbecause I want tobecause something in me saysI nearly need toI do itfor all the times worth looking back onfor the tears coming down

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We are human, so we have a different, somewhat slighted point of view on humanity. If you weren’t a human, what do you think you would think of us? That is the point of view I try to see it from.An artist just says what you are thinking - sometimes it's something you are thinking but you don’t even realize you are thinking it.Together in fakeness or apart in truth?When the only question left is,

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I used to talk to myself. Now I have cats.I once heard Rachael Ray say, “It’s a dinner you can make, literally in no time.” That’s not possible.George Carlin wrote this:“Here’s something no one ever wrote before: ‘Big bats down to one five, five over cross, up the thingo. Nose, baseball, hieroglyphics, hopscotch, pouch. Inevitable, two four eight, four eight, four eight, four eighth. I. I

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I SayI saysupporting the troopsis bringing them homeI saythe best way to help themis to not put them in harms wayI sayno more death perpetuated by thosenot willing to give their livesfor an ideathat they want others toI sayraise your flags high in the airyou need it to coverthe lie you liveI sayit’s time for a change(just like always)I sayhold onto your guns tighter and tighteryou might lose that

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We don’t need more jobs, we need less people.Picture an Indian going into Wal-Mart.I am old enough to realize I might be being naïve about it, but also in my mind too young enough to care.I am happy to live in a town in which they can leave pumpkins outside overnight at the grocery store and not have to worry about it.Our guns make us think we have control, but we are out of control in our use of

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Even though I stole the entire "People I Can Do Without" thing from George Carlin, something in me thinks it is okay since these are all original and many of them were actually observed. Plus, I get too much fun out of writing them to stop simply because Carlin came up with the phrase. Anywhere, here are a few.Women who drive big trucks who think it makes them cool.People who pronounce “deux”

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Through TearsTime stands so stillwhen you think of the one you loveand somehow lost(8/12/2011 2:42 am)

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I enjoy being a stranger somewhere, walking in totally new, fresh. I enjoy coming to a town, a place I have yet to be and acting as if it is how it is supposed to be, as if it belongs this way. I like that sort of freedom of no one knowing, and of not knowing myself. Of being totally new. I enjoy picturing that dirt road and walking towards the town in that way, coming from somewhere no one

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One Of Those ThingsI took a bike ride today with my dad, sister Liz and my niece Ella.I think some things are so goodwriting about them takes some of it awaySome times are so irreplaceableto put them into wordsis nearly an insultThe moment is better livedand left alone-to stand on the horizon of itself(9/17/2011)

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Humanity Versus NatureIt is us versus themit is the way it is versus the way we want it to beit is the way it works versus how much we try to change itand we are fighting a battle against one that has yet to loseIt is humanity versus natureand we even made up the sayingbut never realize it’s truth,and nature will come to let us knowthat we have won many, many battlesbut we will never win the war;

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We want to live forever because the lives we choose to live aren’t enough - but they easily could be.The apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree, unless the tree is growing on the side of a mountain.Why does McDonalds try to market so much towards black people? Am I missing something? I’m not complaining, I get a lot out of watching those lame commercials where they attempt to be cool and act

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Our WasteAll the booksall the knowledgeall the scienceall the ideasall the philosophyall the religionall the godsall the deitiesall the thoughtswill never mean as muchas one tearstreaming down one person’s faceat the lossof one they love(10/12/10 2:57 am)

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In order to know heartbreak you must be lucky enough to learn love.To be young and to have a chance.When there are no rebels left, it is over. Either that or the society has a reached a point where it doesn’t need them. But I doubt that.I think weddings would be even more interesting if they did the reception followed by the in church ceremony.It’s always a little bit more awkward introducing

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Why is Ludacris still relevant? Let me take this a step further - Let’s just kill Ludacris and get it over with. It was bad enough having to deal with his music, but then he somehow started creeping into the movies as well.We went from the “Mohawk Trail” to “Route 2.”I don’t piss in troughs. It is just a rule of mine.Crawl, walk, jog, run, sprint, get tired and slow down to a walk, hope for

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