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.: Saturday, September 27, 2003 :.
Hate, hate's too strong a word, but it rolls off the tongue without thought. It sounds good, it pleases the evil side of the mind. The side that wants the easy way out. Perhaps we rush to hate because of the way that we've been brought up, to take sides, not just any sides, but extreme sides, go big or go home. Life's a two-sided thing, you choose yours, then defend it.
And ever forward we're pushed, guided by an invisible string.
Cut the string,
set yourself loose,
see with your own eyes,
not through the neuce.
dead are you walking,
when fates by your side,
slip way from the path,
to your own life preside.
.: Friday, September 26, 2003 :.
You can't stop the future,
when progression's got a gun,
pointed at its little head,
whispering to run.
So schools back in session and I'm being taught all sorts of new and wonderful things. On top of this I get to work at my fantasitic and exciting job over the weekend. Tired, yes, very much so, but there are people in this world that would kill to have my complaints, so who am i to bitch?
I don't really know what I want to write about at the moment, but I'm in one of those compelling moods that tells me to start writing. If you've never tried just writing something, you really should, ideas you have floating around in your head can become much more developed, things that are bugging you can be lifted from your shoulders. Writing really is a wonderful thing.
The poem above is somethings thats been floating around in my head for some time. I find it a lot easier to express harder concepts using poetry. The fact that I can express myself in poetry helps me feel a lot more accomplished.
Yep, so that's all I've got tonight.
peace out
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