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More whatever.

Again at the bar, did some more writing.
Anti social, self destructive, rode my bike all night talked to girlfriends, had a good time.
but anyway, Here's the result... 5 minute thing, not about anyone in particular.

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Sat still,
focused, postured,
brave face set in small frame,
hidden behind thin glass,
delicate and unmoving,
stern as stone, soft as silk,
melting slowly...
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Got jumped riding my bike home last night/morning.
Not really jumped, more startled. These guys came at me from a bus stop and I didn't even see them.
Tried to take my bike but I just pushed past them and kept going home, getting followed by a couple of wasted losers yelling at me. In the middle of all this I also ended up dropping...
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Blaw!!!!!

Lovelife.

Day took a bit of a turn today...

3rd english poetry class, and the hate for Morrissey fans is growing stronger...

"White on my wasted path
Wave after wave in wrath
Frets 'gainst his fellow, warring where to send me.
Flung forward, heaved aside,
Witless and dazed I bide
The mercy of the comber that shall end me."

- excerpt from the Derelict, Rudyard Kipling (1894)

Why did I laugh to-night? No voice will tell:
No God, no Demon of severe response,
Deigns to reply from heaven or from Hell.
Then to my human heart I turn at once.
Heart! Thou and I are here sad and alone;
I say, why did I laugh! O mortal pain!
O Darkness! Darkness! ever must I moan,
To question Heaven and Hell and Heart...
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My name is Diego Montoya, You killed my father...