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Tuesday, November 30, 2004
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Head throbbing, legs tired, arms fatigued, glasses messed, in my work clothes, this throat sore with pain every time I swallow, ears plugged up, homework to do, a shower to take, needed sleep, but always awake. --Shake it off and take it like a man, make your fight and do your stand; keep going and doing what you've got to. You feel like stopping but the world won't. You feel like dropping but you hold yourself from falling prostrate with the will of your mind.---And sigh.--And sigh. This ride won't ever end until the tracks are done. Everyone is their own burning sun. We can warm each other to burn if you want. Right now I feel like the loneliest moon of Pluto. Right now I feel like a falling star. So far, far; and so far to go until these bones lay down their rest. Fess up and face the facts: the rest of your life is work and school and a little time to relax. --One day our suns will expand into red giants and swallow everything whole. Burn it all into one big hole. We'll take back what time stole; what this society owes. Until then I wither into a grow; I fall and fall ceaseless into the unknown.
There is such unreality in reality. Reality is more unreal than anything I know. And yet it is so.
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