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Tuesday, August 28, 2007 and if you were running a hurdles racegrazed a hurdle or two and you're that much to the end just one more - stump - perhaps and you look ahead with the glorious end in mind the next second you've crashed that last hurdle, bloodied your limbs, spiked yourself with a 10cm gash for keeps, swarmed with shame and you're sinking into the ground with the weight of the world on your shoulders what will you do? i say you find an abyss and rest in peace it's a sign when they say your weary eyes show your age it's a sign when people call you by a different name it's a sign when someone writes incomprehensibly that you shouldn't just read it off without any thought there's a long long tiresome road ahead/still left i've got a pit stop i've missed it but anyway there wasn't anyone at it doesn't serve any purpose does it i might as well choose to stop anywhere/anytime as i please now when you look down a tall building, you can imagine yourself falling it's the scariest feeling ever and you're falling and falling and you think you're gonna die but it seems you never do you'd just land, real hard and hurt your shin hurt your knees hurt your back but you've landed and you're on the nice solid ground and you know you can't fall anymore it's a nice ground but really that ground doesn't exist you brace yourself the whole time waiting for that impact and by the time your life is over you'd die of fear in mid-air at least i would I need some sleep I can’t go on like this I try counting sheep But there’s one I always miss. I’m in too deep and the wheels keep spinning round Nobody says You're getting down too low Nobody says You just gotta let it go
Saturday, August 25, 2007 Chem is driving me madWhat in the world is broken pot? Does it even literally mean a pot that is broken I saw a peacock, with a fiery tail I saw a blazing comet, drop down hail I saw a cloud, with ivy circled round I saw a sturdy oak, creep on the ground I saw a pismire, swallow up a whale I saw a raging sea, brim full of ale I saw a venice glass, sixteen foot deep I saw a well, full of men's tears that weep I saw their eyes, all in a flame of fire I saw a house, as big as the moon and higher I saw the sun, even in the midst of night I saw the man that saw these sights. I just needed to put this up somewhere.
Thursday, August 23, 2007 The Atlantic was born today, and I'll tell you how:The clouds above opened up and let it out. I was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere When the water filled every hole. And thousands upon thousands made an ocean, Making islands where no island should go. Oh no. Kill me skin me bake me fry me before chem does it to me
Sunday, August 19, 2007 8.30am - 12pm: Study12pm-12.10pm: Lunch 12.10pm - 8pm: Study 8pm-8.10pm: Dinner 8.10pm-12pm: Study Doesn't this sound like a timetime from the Nazi/ Mao regime.
Saturday, August 11, 2007 He's a stranger to someAnd a vision to none He can never get enough, Get enough of the one For a fortune he'd quit But it's hard to admit How it ends and begins On his face is a map of the world On his face is a map of the world Been studying like no there's no end Studying is leisure, studying is dreaming, studying is awaking And I'm not exaggerating Studying can be quite enjoyable Now's studying to the end What else is there at the end? Not nice at the end Wish time could slow down to a crawl.
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