just cleaned up my deviations a bit.
scrapped a lot of my immature rubbish from High school.
not that my gallery isn't littered still with immature crap,
but hey its better, I got rid of some of the stupid teenage angst stage crap.

pilfering pardon from prolific partners
varying validity of various vestibules
sardonic sentences separate and sanitized
terrible tartan tentacles tantalizing

terminally tetrahedron tethers tempted
selfishly skewed silence sounding
vehement vacuoles, vacuous and vain
pleasures plentiful, pleasantries proposed

sarcastic gestures coupled with facial spasms
we thrive in a vacuum chamber of commerce
countering hurtful words with sly indifference
accounting for irresponsible non-action

nuber crunching and druggy munching
habitual terraforming, terracotta Tablature
melodic conversation, monotone responses
hold button at the breathing help desk

with writing a bunch of random ass shit.



bask in your thought crime.

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satisfied with mediocrity?
then do not strive.
precision- incision
tattoo bar code
take your mark
be sorted- classified
individuality nullified
sort yourself according
to color
persuasion
scene
deviation
imagine worlds so bleak
you live in one
yet you're happy
despite the dreams
never to be achieved
just look at a screen
make pretend
appease desires
until the end
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its all bizarre.

socially, I'm a wreck.
I haven't talked to any of my friends or family in what has to be weeks.
even over instant messenger.... I just haven't been online, I just haven't been socializing.

I have new artistic inspiration,
and thats a good thing,
but it takes back seat to the top priority of needing to get my shit together and
call/write/message the people I miss so much.
I've been feeling guilty of the neglect for a while,
but I get home and I'm so freaking exhausted I pass out until its time to go to work again.
my new bed time is 7pm..... :/
I've never ever had such an early bed time, even considering my days as a little kid.

but I have tomorrow off, and hopefully it will bring good things.
talk with friends, a passport, some creative productivity?
It'd be nice.
I'm going to cross my fingers and keep some faith in myself to do the right things.
because that is all I really want to happen,
the right thing.