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11:36am 14/03/2005
 
mood: Eliteist
music: Tori Amos-To Venus and Back
I really hate people that still articulate themselves in 16-year old Valley-Girl speak at 20. Especially on the internet. Get a dictionary, a thesaurus, anything! Just stop saying "like"! And I swear to GOD if I read any of these phrases ("lol" "OMG" or anything that has been intentionally misspelled in order to make it look "cute" online) again, I may just rip out my someone's eyes and allow horny dogs to skull-fuck them. No one in particular, just whoever happens to be around and be annoying at the moment. OMG! Passive aggressive anger toward strangers is, like, Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo FUN! Totally!

Okay, now I feel dirty.

Now, I'm not saying that I don't occasionally show my generation card. I freely admit that I sometimes slip the word "uber" into a conversation or livejournal post now and again. I'm not perfect, but I'd like to think that I'm a reasonably articulate kinda girl...I just wish that other people would be too.

This is my problem with communication via the internet, intelligence levels are dropping and personal relationships are becoming shadows of their former selves.

But you all have heard this rant before (though it was thinly veiled in an "I hate Ashton Kutcher" post) so I'm going to stop right here, breath normally and just walk away knowing that I can't change the ignorant masses. I can just point and laugh at them.		  
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I was not born under a rhyming planet.   
11:44pm 28/02/2005
 
mood: artistic
music: HORRIBLE MOVIE...League of Exrordinary Gentlemen
words profoundly pour into my soul
worlds for things I dissemble in my head
the complexity of sun on frozen snow
the feeling of awakening the dead

a part of me wishes things were different
a part of me likes the way they are
a part of me explores the new horizions
a part of me loves constant lives of stars

or at least they seem constant

until explosions end rotations of flickering lights, and sweeping panoramas in the night sky cease to amaze without a sound.

distantly, I hear him calling me
as silently as a star
everlong, I answer quietly
and find things back the way they...

what?		  
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08:55pm 24/02/2005
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