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Age: 21
Location: In my mind
Joined On: Jul 18, 2006
Occupation: Professional
Just a Thought
Have you ever yearned to talk to somebody about the miscellaneous things in life for hours on end? Until you both feel into a deep sleep? Have you ever wanted that one person who you can share your most intimate secrets and pleasures to? To the point where time does not exist or either it is ignored? i often crave for a fulfilling conversation with the symptoms of those stated in the previous sentences. Late night, and instead of falling into the predicted slumber you feel as if your day is incomplete like there is more to be accomplished. I habitually acquire that feeling and as a result i pick up the telephone in a expeditious like search to find that one person who can and will understand my aspirations, my dreams, my views. Someone who's brain is on the same "bandwidth" as mine. An intellectual conversation is the objective for my search. I hope to find somebody.....find somebody just like me. Someone who has this 'anvil of intelligent dialogue' waiting to be lifted from their chest. A conversation crammed with reflections on life in the past,present and future. An analysis, if you will, of all that i survey on a day-to-day basis. Life. Up's, Down's, additions and new things in life. Audience!!! do you think this is an eccentric trait? if so then i'm looking for an eccentric counterpart who is compellingly similar. If not then how do i label/classify this emotion. Is this an emotion? is this a feeling? what is this...this....._______ that i search for? I want to connect with someone who happens to share this same _______. Maybe i just simply lack a late night companion to talk to? I want to exchange thoughts but not the simplistic ones partially b/c that's not how my thoughts form, but the thoughts that some would classify as 'weird' b/c they do not think in the same 'bandwidth' or fuction on the same 'frequency' On the same pace, the same book, the same chapter, the same page, the same paragraph, the same sentence, the same word. Accuracy & Percision! Oh you feel the same way, huh? We speak in the same tongue, huh? Well let us stimaulate each others stimulus until we paint the picture perfect world which consists of just us. You too depise conformaty? Well lets pitch this resistance causing advatageous calamity. Engage with mental rage my friend of teen-age. For we are on the same mental sentence, paragraph, and page. Breaking every barricade,burden, and cage. Whoever you are you feel these feelings which others mistake as just words with 1st grade ease. Appease.Kinetic Richocet refuses to cease.Please. I laugh at those who give meaningless kudos and empty comments b/c they know not what i mean.But you do indeed glean what i mean, knawmean? Whoever you are....[thought interrupted]
The Virus
In an abysmal depth of abstraction......I identify errors in this program that we have been automated to know. So many of us become bemused with how others view us through their ocular window. Your optical perception presentation should satisfy you and only you, but this virus joystick controls our lives extensively. Ride shotgun with me on my plane of deliberation......Why cant you do what you desire? It is most likely because you are troubled by what a certain someone will say or think about you whether it be your parents or your significant other. You have been contaminated by the virus. It wipes out the ability for you to unmistakably think and decide independently. Me, myself, personally could not, for a lack of better word selection, give two shits about how someone perceives me. I shall function as if my hardware is virus free. I am as free as shareware. I counsel those who are willing to diminish this virus to insert the same compact disc. I have plans to investigate other intellectual pursuits. Which by the way are not affected by anyones judgment or estimation but mine. They say I'll never get it right so Im going to take it upon myself to make a left at the light. And travel my own road although it may be less congested this allows me to do as I suggested. Well, well what have we? A passenger determined to traverse with me? Be warned that to the tenth degree I redefine sightseeing. Can you endure? Better yet is your encephalon mature? All great minds think congruent so join me in my voyage as I mentally attempt to fornicate your mind, soul, and body allowing something you have yet to experience..........so what do you say partner?
Playground
LIFE tends to take you in circles as if you were a passenger on a merry-go-round, so you get a nice grip and hope you can endure the erratic ride. Other times the level of you being at ease with your LIFE teeters reminiscent to that of a see saw. You and life employ in anticipated bouts with the outcome going back & forth, up & down just like a swing set and to land safely on your two feet and pause is unfeasible type difficulty because you are only a novice at this thing called life. So LIFE leaves you no other alternative but to mount those monkey bars more strong-minded than you have ever been and you at last ascend to the top only to mislay your footing and slide in a continuous descending spiral until in due course you are face down in the sandbox. LIFE does not play fair. You come to the finale that LIFE is no playground.
The Infamous DREA
i love you boy
posted Jul 21
xCoLd_bLoOdEd_PaSsIoN~*x
No problemo ;p so would it be okies if i added you?
posted Jul 20
xCoLd_bLoOdEd_PaSsIoN~*x
that picture is well funkeh [; lol
posted Jul 19