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	2006.11.11  04.58 lets not pretend. please. you follow the clues, ill just follow you.

	2006.09.18  17.50 we will never be able to trade our boredom and creeping anxiety for a revolution. i don't think anyone really wants one anyway. glory and purpose, individual recognition, these are our lusts. which is no sin. still, we can't hope to hurl ourselves at the heedless grey mass of of our lives, hoping for some sheen. without fear of pain or death. its why anarchists never win, i think. ~/~ this revelation changes almost nothing in me. i want to keep the anger, the fight. i still wonder where my revolution is. i still wonder where is my passion. this was 3 months ago, or so. i feel filthy with anger, my polluted personality

	2006.06.07  06.39 i think maybe i should be paying more attention to the reports coming out of iraq, palestine, sub saharan africa, and all of the violent world. people are dying for these news stories. maybe you should pay more attention as well.

	2006.05.23  11.26 you may probably be wondering why i am awake at 11:27. Do i have to work today? is it the fucking end of the world? no, neither of these are the correct reason. then why? why? you may cry out with desperation. why could you be (fuck you ian) it is beacause i have "friends." At 11:27 in the morning i have no friends, i only have people i resent on a more personal level. my personal bastards want me to go to a beach. not that they want me to, i digress. i hate them. i hate the beach. i hate you. fuck. sldfaasl fd;asfl;s lgkh lkj oer ou;rge

	2006.05.03  06.01 fucking hell, you dont care. nevermind.

	2006.04.05  07.11 ps http://www.theonion.com/content/node/46458 youll love it.

	2006.04.05  06.36 blossoms thicken the air in hillsdale with a heartening perfume. i am going to say it is honeysuckle, even though i have no idea what honeysuckle smells like. some times i feel like we give to much of the unknown, the unthought the name god. this feeling i attach to the scent of an almost certainly misnamed honesuckle perfume. god i hate mtv.

	2006.04.05  04.47 do your best? im not. hahahahahaha! everybody sucks. trust me. its okay. no blame.

	2006.04.02  16.06 feel sick. no prepositions. have to believe in change. change for best/willful change.

	2006.03.20  08.39 P.S. The present is embodied in Hexagram 52 - Ken (Keeping Still): When one is resting, and he loses all consciousness of self; when he walks in his courtyard, and does not see any of the persons in it, there will be no error. The third line, undivided, shows its subject keeping his loins at rest, and separating the ribs from the body below. The situation is perilous, and the heart glows with suppressed excitement. The fifth line, divided, shows its subject keeping his jawbones at rest, so that his words are all orderly. Occasion for repentance will disappear. The situation is shifting, but neither Yin (the passive feminine force) nor Yang (the active masculine force) is gaining ground. The future is embodied in Hexagram 20 - Kuan (Contemplation): He should be like the worshipper who has washed his hands, but not yet presented his offerings. There must be sincerity and an appearance of dignity, commanding reverent regard.

	2006.03.20  08.18 designate melody, time lapse parody sting theroy thought on to the damned. clipping is to cripling. rudyard fucking kipling. fuck all.

	2006.03.17  06.12 http://www.theonion.com/content/node/46035 for ian.

	2006.03.11  07.24 maybe i will. just think of me wandering onward to ineffable adventures, unkown and not guessed at. like a modern day gulliver, or even better, faust. i could sell my soul for cool weather and pleasent voices, people who live instead of slowly dying, Faust's poor reputation became legendary while he was in prison, where in exchange for wine he "offered to show a chaplain how to remove hair from his face without a razor; the chaplain provided the wine and Faustus provided the chaplain with a salve of arsenic, which removed not only the hair but the flesh." (Barnett). freedom, damnation. fear. fuck.

	2006.02.27  03.15 good god, what can you do?

	2006.02.15  20.19 http://www.theonion.com/content/node/44690

	2006.02.15  09.49 hah! you wont catch me!

	2006.02.10  10.55 i had a dream about having a baby. i thought it was true. wierd? you're tellin me.

	2006.02.10  10.53 (kwk-stk)

	2006.02.10  10.46 good fucking god, coffee. no sleep. are we the new bohemians? pretention and theft. the anger of the hour. shit talking christ to christians. im sorry about that, it just feels so right. vindictive. aprapo? aprapoo. print is dead, long live print! shit talking christ to christmas. hey, theres one thing we can be sure of, the truth is a windmill. and this shit is self serving, none of you have any idea what im talking about. keep tilting at it. Mood: yeah fucking quixotic

	2006.01.31  07.33 sometimes its just the most comfortable place?

	2006.01.20  04.29 haha, its a silly stupid heartbreak of a world, but at least youre there with me. and at least i still laugh. isnt it odd that im not really finding myself enjoying life, but when faced with death i would fight to live? maybe its the potentialities, but im not sure it can possibly be anything that simple. well, its nothing if not frustrating. once more, fuck it.

	2006.01.08  22.50 giving up looses its flair when you do it all the time. so much shit.

	2005.11.27  20.42 a true story from five minutes ago "hey, what are you drawing?" "seig Hily" "oh like hily as a nazi soldier?" "yeahp" "you should put a spike on her head, even though thats historically inacurate" "my arm is really big!"

	2005.11.27  20.42 a true story from five minutes ago "hey, what are you drawing?" "seig Hily" "oh like hily as a nazi soldier?" "yeahp" "you should put a spike on her head, even though thats historically inacurate" "my arm is really big!"

	2005.09.30  22.33 another day spent dying. christ, i drift around in an empty little sea of melodrama. baby fucking jesus.i cant wait to come home.