| Introspection and lamentation.
And I thought I'd been free from the shackles of lonesomeness for some time now...
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| No money to support the consumer holiday and no faith to appease the Jesus craze. For [Enter winter holiday of choice], I give you each: A favor. That's right, you get one favor (within reason). |
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| This is not meant to take attention away from my last entry. In fact... please read it. I would like to officially announce what appears to be my Xanga's renaissance. |
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| High-strung social maladjust.
Hands holding
Cash holding
Value holding
Lives holding
Men and women
Holding hands, holding hands, holding hands, holding hands, holding... Discrectionless glassy gazes
Burn holes into glassy glowing lights.
Which burn back. Emotion-deposits, for the over-stimulated. A necessity for more things:
Transparent and hard. Retaining nothing. Breaking easily under pressure. As long as it keeps attention for the span. So we need more than we need. I can hear them saying, 'If it stays too long, it's dangerous'.
Glasstic and cellophass. My hands are better suited for skin.
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