SamanthaAlexandra's Journal
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Feb 2007
10:34 PM PST
Life doesn’t always work out the way you like. Why? Because Life holds grudges against everyone. As soon as you fuck up, forget about it. Sometimes you’re screwed before you even know what Life is, that’s when it really sucks. It’s better if you just take the blows, suck it up, and keep pushing forward, right? Maybe if I can find a place, a small little Utopia for myself where no one can find me, everything will work out. That way I’ll have no one to come and throw a wrench in my plans and dreams. I wont have to worry about fucking "friends" spreading lies to make them look good at my expense. Yeah, yeah. Just for a little while, like a few years or something. If I conform to the habits like those of bears, I can learn how to eat a shit load and then hibernate all of winter so that the years go by even faster. That’ll work right? If you can hide from Hitler, Mom, murderers, and animals, you can hide from Life, right? Finding and amazing hiding spot in hide and seek was always one of my childhood fortes. So the hiding part, that’ll be easy. Unfortunately, I sucked at capture the flag so locating my Utopia might pose a slight problem. What the fuck am I saying? I only get five hours of sleep a night and I eat like an elephant. How the hell am I supposed to sleep for two straight months?
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Every angel is terrifying The drugs are a fabulation. Every wisp of smoke I inhale and exhale is a story formed from one breath to another. Take this train I'm on, for instance. It could suddenly lift from its rails and be taken to a desolate planet, a razed nothing where food and water is scarce. I wonder, then, who would make love to whom, who would be eaten first and by what method we would decide this sacrificial process. Or perhaps we'd all just be too hungry to think about it...
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