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well i suppose its me and the world. I plan to travel through new jersey this september, before I start classes in October. Maybe drive to Boston, Philly, sit in parks by my lonesome. and wander through forests on sunny days. Although I havn't even started classes I'm pretty sure I'm going to major in psychology. Take a few art classes on the side. I don't really care where that takes me. It just so happens thats what I'm interested in. So, so be it. I can always take some side classes at F.I.T. for the hell of it. I also want to find a good job and move out. Maybe find a nice apartment in asbury park, or the surrounding area. I still havn't decided where I want to transfer to after county college but I know I want to move out. I'm an independent kind of person. I have a lot of random scattered goals that may lead me to no where but I'm okay with that. I'm secure in myself a majority of the time. All in all, things seem like they should turn out okay, not because I'm going to sit back and let them, mostly because I'm going to make them okay. I'm going to guide my life right into the track I want it. And the things I cant control I enjoy and let flow.
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 i wanna get out. everyone is leaving and starting over. and i feel so ready, but ive trailed so far behind. I just see my perfect life sprawled out in front of me, and I'm still stalling. I'm still waiting for it all to just happen. when I'm the one who needs to make it happen. I have so many plans, so many ideas. so many dreams so many aspirations but I keep dragging my feet. I keep denying myself the option. why? I"m not so sure. maybe I'm not in constant approval of self? maybe I'm too indesiive to choose my own destiny. Thats why most of my decisions are so spratic because if I dont go on a total whim I'll go back and forth on the idea for too long and stay stuck forever. So I'm waiting until the timing is right. I wanna leave the nest. : )
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the only proper anecdote for confusion is solving the underlying problem. but what is confusion all about? other than being confused about the the underlying problem. so it feels that confusion will be one of our natural everyday occuring feelings. can we handle  it? do we notice it? pinned under soft blankets of so called regrets, we call them regrets to let ourself be free. but in reality we know we think we shall always see them as our past and as a part of ourself. who we were a few years past. who we we decided to be only moments ago. we can only trudge forward, or glide, or swim, or dance, however you see life and let our future follow us. because you lead yourself and you let whatever comes next come behind you.
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internal exploration. leads to sirens pumping. pumping blood through veins i didnt know still existed. frail yet powerful minds exist within myself. i jump at every opportunity to destroy myself. how is that i still have the wonder to feel something for something so dead? and have the power to find something that isnt there. and search for something that doesnt exist. or to see something that is only in my mind. i dream up minds, i dream up dreams. i dream up people. i dream up different lives. i dream up my new life. i feel empty inside. i am slowly draining. or as quickly as possible. it hasnt really struck me until now. how hard i tried to keep intact. how much this melody heals me and makes me believe that this isnt as crazy as i thought. that everyone feels crazy  but isnt as  crazy as they think they are. death of dreams. beginning of new. where will this door take me. where will the road lead. or will the so called path will only lead to another path which eventually leads to a dead end. which life is only a path. one we follow trying to find this eventual ending this glorious heaven that we hope brings peace. but the only thing we can really hope for is to find it in life. because its so unsure that there actually is an afterlife. it seems to unreal. hopeful people have it too easy.

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liquid dreams never cease only spin around in a circle of nightmarish repetitions. the whole world will hide up my nose and i will drown in my own pity. i think only in spit. and think that nothing will stop me. and nothing will ever be. determination and strive. addiction and drive. i am the only one left. will i be the the only one left? i will be the only one leaving. i will leave forever and never look back and never come back. the gold circles the blocks of silver mercury. the yellow stars. explosions of words explosions of thoughts i think to myself and wonder that maybe the thoughts i decide the thoughts my mind decides to toss away have no meaning other than to have a meaning to creat some meaning to create another meaning to add on to another. to create a super meaning. in the end, life is our super meaning. meaning nothing in the end other than to destroy it the whole time we decide to live it. rewind.
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the beginning to something. the end to someone. the beginning for a year to end an old. i dream up liquid whips of purple gas and swallow it whole until my stomach crumbles and the bubbles foam. the dreams of someone bigger and the time is not yet ceasing. for it has just begun. the new light has shone a new way and new sect a new trade. star globe. i see something quite bright in this future. this new future this end to the old beginning. i feel the need to hop on track. i want to see this train ride by with me on it. i want to be out of body i want to float over my head and point out the crack im stepping on and point out the turn made wrong. i am who i am. but this is how i will never be. but always be. i will be double. i will be triple. i will always be greater always form better. always fall into place quicker. learn and learn. and never fall.

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 i concoct preceptions like a scientist. this or that its all how you see it. its all how you whip it up in dreams and thoughts and wonder how you got to where you are now and how you will be in twenty years from now. i only think to myself when im not by myself and when it seems im alone i static inside and lash out. i only dream that when my time comes ill find a hole to bury myself in and never leave and always be known. i want to see the world from every angle and i want to see through the eyes of an angel. im here and never will be leaving im here forever and ever will be seeing.
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when no one is around, and there is nobody there you need to instill your trust in those are the times my soul is happy. it seems the seams of my insides will not  come undone and therefore  i am coming undone. all this work, and all this time, all this is waste. i fall back and i have nowhere to hide. i can only do what i usually do and take what is given and realize whats inside of it. disect it and sew it together all wrong and place it out on display. its no longer what you think its more what my mind decides to think. i wont believe what you say and ill take directions from your actions. you wont get inside. but it seems you already are.
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blue heart. this will never end. im here forever. and the days begin to become small. the thoughts become large. its up late. its sleeping in. its what is. what is? things are coming together while i slowly come undone. its swallowing your ego and relizing the truth is the only thing that matters. this day this short fulfilled day. walking on clouds below the earths surface. its diving into the pool of blood and pulling out what you went in for. the silver bullet. the silver days pass by. the mind stays intact. atleast for the most part.

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 the surface around me breaks. i fall into icy water. 

the dream of what never was thrives.
will it ever be?

its all up to me of course.
your dreams effect you. 
your mind is the beginning to it all. 
your thoughts create your actions. 

they will respect a women with wings. 

fragmented.

silence. 
i hope this life never ends.

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 i lie down and i think to myself this is how fires start. so i swim through my thoughts and i dreamup a new identity. maybe we all should be two people. maybe switching lives with someone would bring more clarity to our own lives. maybe traveling to a new time would bring it too. i want to drream someone elses dreams. i feel myself becoming more content. but i still feel that strive to be in another place. feel something else and understand even more. my dreams whip up a mixture of anxiousness and unnameable feelings. i feed the demon inside with substance. got time to kill. too much time. i got pills to climb. im at an uncomfortable medium. a medium i hate being at because i strive for the black and white.
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head doctor. head hunter. this night is like all the others. my brain is melting onto the page . and my feet cant feel. im not confused. im set. im understanding everyhting. i got everything on my shoulders and set in place. im seeing the world through new eyes. green eyes that see everything. that will see even more. shattered. time in place. time out of place. time to see. time to understand. no one understands my thought process. it confuses myself sometimes. everything is in the wrong place glass puzzle. i need to understand more even though everything is finding itself. nothing is ever over. nothing seems to end. im in a world where im lost. but in a world where i can see where i am going. but do i really know? does anyone really know? 

i take swigs and my body becomes warm. my throut is burning and my eyes are swelling with water. never knew what mom was crying for. cash rules everything around me. my feet are moving one in front of the other. the cold is refreshing. my mind is busy. i dont mention the area around me i know the way. i could walk blind folded. i want to not know where i am going. i want to be unknown. ghost. understatement. understanding. this time the earth is rotating around me. this is my world it just so happens that you live in it too. penetentary. let me be free. let me feel. im numb. im. i am. running out of time. it used to be thirty and now its one hundred. change. its good. im not afraid. im here and i know.

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with this word. this single note. this single thought. i am created. i am unknown and im relishing in jubilation. may every fragmented sentence make sense. may every idea of beauty remain. this exercise in life, this idea. that some how we all can make it. depending on our choices. but what are our choices? the easy route, relax understand and take what it gives you. or take what is given to you and make something greater out of it. i want my past to affect my future, i want the choices i make, to make me better. future, past. future. we can change the future. im going to change my future. i feel stronger than i have ever in my whole life. i feel. i touch. i sense. 


more coffee, more ciggarettes. more illegal. more and more. my excessive lifestyle is catching up. im falling into the hands i promised i never would. this addiction. this. strange. there. the grass in my front lawn grows. my ideas grow. my thoughts connect. its all making sense. every fagmented thought i had seems to be finding its partner. what i do in life affects who i am. what i decide affects the outcome. i am the outcome. i will be that outcome too.

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