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marilynsalterego — where will you go?
Published: 2004-05-09 17:19:29 +0000 UTC; Views: 116; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 6
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when the time comes to put childhood things to rest, which road will you take and how fast will you take it?Related content
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beautiful picture and good question. me, i will take the path as steadfast as my broken body, and empty heart can carry me.
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this is truly my absolute favoritist picture! I love the feeling of aloneness and misdirection that it gives me. I can sit and look into it for hours. At every turn trying to imagine where the road will lead and what will inevitably be waiting for me there. Sometimes, its happy, sometimes, its sad. just depends on how my mind is running at the time.
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the road to happiness is paved with bullshit. can you smell it?
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rarely the road is straight enough for you to know whats ahead.
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rarely the road is straight enough for you to know whats ahead.
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yeah! thank God for rewind!!
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Push pause, rewind, then play it again sam!
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it is only good if you use it to actually do something that will bring you to a higher plane of understanding. 
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and remember we dont want too gleen anything through introspect, or so our actions prove that to be the case.
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but to look inward is the only way to actually view any thing that will make sense to no one but ourselves. and bringing yourself to a higher plane is sometimes not the right step to take although the scenery is often times quite breath-taking!
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I strolled inside myself and sat among the rabbits and cards. I ate cake with the hatter and smoked pookah with the pillar. I was alive without breath and I was able to breath without life. ~what Alice may have said when asked to write, "what I did on my summer vacation"
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with myself there are times that i try to bring myself to a higher state of psychological-awareness, especially when i am consumed in black. something about it that makes me feel in control of a state of mind that i have sometimes little control over, but i get that sense of it through writing, and through each page-flush (I LIKE TO CALL IT) i take part in another string that is weaved in an inevitable metamorphosis of self, something which none of us has control, we are just along for the ride. i never want to force this growth, whatever it is, whatever it becomes, i have handed myself over to it.
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some holes are deeper than others, i prefer the deep ones. a person stricken with shallow thought hovers in an existence that is futile.
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sometimes I want to bring myself to a higher plane and sometimes I'm satisfied just being who I am. Life sucks that way! I get the same satisfaction from writing. I do alot of it, mostly on the journals I keep 
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When the road splits, sit down, cross your legs, and smoke a stogie. It'll all be over soon anyway.
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ahhh vicoden...~mind wanders willingly~... it's true, if we can understand our own incoherent rantings then we have achieved something grand! personally, i have trouble finishing what i start to write. I have bounds and bounds of unfinished ideas. things that make me smile when i look upon them, but no ending. is it because i fear the finishing? thats what i think, at any rate i don't know. maybe someday. i let a few people in, to lick upon my wounds, but then i am left feeling used and tossed aside when i have to explain the meaning or i become offended by their interpretation of my truth so i crawl back inside and wait til the need to feel included creeps back up. you're lucky! i never understand anything i've written fully.
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you bow to the drama of dealing with everyday existence. when I, i, will fight the urge and resist making my own drama more obvious than what you possess.
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i have given my all to the memories, and at times just words that i spill out onto page. ~moving my head to the floor, wondering if it is worth all of this~. i go through fazes, a few months back i wrote in the span of a week a couple stories, i could call them vicoden.....lol, well, anyways, one was about 150+ p. and the other couple were 30 or so. but most of the time it is more like journal type of things, some make sense and others i dont even understand, but i feel them when i read them so thats all that matters.
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truth is like a dagger in your hear and an inferno in your mind, when you think about all of the betrayal, but so is life, so are we.
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when the road splits, buckle to your knees, beg for mercy, take some methocarbamol and watch the world take on a whole new meaning. sorry that is sad! lol
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