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Friday, November 27th, 2009
funkstar
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4:48p
out the door and into the night. the dark is a very good friend. and as sudden as that, the thoughts disappear. the stream of consciousness. there are moments when i crave to go walkabout. to put one step in front of another and see where it takes me. where i take me.
or get into the front seat and drive. but it all means that i have to take control. or be in control. always.
and i get tired of always wanting to lead. to initiate. having to lead.
here i am, wondering if there is a story waiting to appear from the shadows. immortality on my mind. to be youthful forever. is that the same as being forever young?
ever notice that vampires on tv, in print seem to be forever seventeen. seventeen is a horrible age.
to be forever gauche and unsure. how terrible a fate.
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