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How Random Babbling Becomes Corporate Policy

run the fuck away

Mad science gone horribly, horribly wrong(or right).

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run the fuck away
Ummm... I feel like posting, but i'm not really sure what to say. Solution? Ramble!

My parents are out, my sister's bumming around downstairs, and I've done absolutely nothing today, outside of a few hours of Alpha Centauri. Read for a bit. I need more books.

I dunno... I'm kinda bored and lonely. It's funny, up at school, I'll post three- four times a day, on average, and when I'm home.. maybe that many times a week. Maybe. So much more happens up there. More happens when I'm not in a job I hate. When you go to work and hate it, that time is just lost. Your mind just blanks it out, and while you can recall it, you don't feel as if anything happened- the time went by and vanished. It's like sitting in a stupor all day.

I think that's how you feel whenever you're doing anything you don't want to do.

I'm listening to Tommy... mmmm mmm goodness.

Something's about to happen- that feeling of portention is hanging in the air. I've been more aware lately, especially about Amanda. "Amanda's online right now, I'll go log on and talk to her." "Amanda's upset right now. I wonder what's wrong." All this without actually talking to her about them.

Go climb a mirror mountain,
Dash across the Wastes of Ashkaron,
Where stone gargoyles grow,
Like flowers,
And they Watch you,
See you,
In the reflections of the pond,
That swallows the darkness.
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