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I walked in the rain last night.

I was walking home from work, and was carrying my giant Spanish folder, and my flimsy black journal. The folder is intimidating. Three fat sections, divided by plastic pink sheets, cost me a goddamn fortune, by my reckoning. Then there's th(more)
the joke
An artist, an engineer, a musician, an economist and a mathematician walked into the bar.
The artist broke my heart,
The engineer never knew he had it,
The musician found that he did too late,
The economist supposedly has it now, (more)
love | heartbre... | self-pit...
chopped up
I miss being able to see a trigger and have my fingers fly to the keyboard, struggling to keep up with the flow of my thoughts. The writing sometimes ended up being quite staccato because my typing couldn't keep up.  
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writing | ease | flow
hoarding words
I hate that number below this text box. It's like a count down and once it hits 0, you are rendered mute. Your brain could be exploding with emotion, and wisdom and brilliance but you're still mute. Not that my brain is ever exploding with wisdom or brilliance, albeit(more)
writing | eloquenc... | words
vinyl
We cleared out the loft the other day. It was like a poorly kept time-capsule.

There were letters, books, magazines, the odd broken bulb that never got thrown out, a few pairs of chopsticks, and vinyls. So many vinyls. Enough vinyls to cover a fairly large wall. (more)
nostalgi... | music | charm
toothache
Toothache... Such an boring, unpleasant word for an equally boring, unpleasant concept. It is apt, but then no one wants to write about a toothache, or for that matter, toothaches.

It probably has something to do with our inherent, intrinsic artist sense. Subject matter must either be beautifu(more)
toothach... | dragon | art
trickle down
Every decision I have ever made, with the help of my brilliant flow charts, has trickled down into a tiny, insignificant puddle, much like the ink that drained from those flowcharts, when the rain finally fell.
When the rain finally fell, and my delicate ivory tower came crashing down...(more)
pool | failure | emotions
mockery
Even though your happiness means as much to me as my own happiness, if not more, that selfsame happiness is the source of the worst mockery I will ever receive. I'm not saying anything, but my goodness, if she knew what I've sacrificed...
happines... | sacrific...
way up there
In the middle of the chaos and disaster that is us, is a gravitational watchamacalit that holds it all together.
Way up there, on top of all the chaos, is my entity, my entire being, balanced precariously.
The gravitational whatsit had better hold. (more)