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You write to breathe, for the air is too thin to hold words. You hide in false memories because reality is for to compromising. You dream to see, and speak to hear. There is no independent variable, just writing that feeds itself, always drowning. You stare down at your bleeding hand, sitting on a rock billions of years old, surrounded by trees and snow. The wind howles through evergreens, in your mind you can imagine the chirping of woodland animals had they not gone extinct. You watch the sun dip beneath the skeletons of deciduous trees, and your shadow casts across the lichen. This is neither empty nor full, it is. The hum of the interstate lies just over the next rock, you can hear it echo, reminding you that this place has been touched.

Tuesday, March 22, 2005

Insomnia induced by @#$^*&^$#

So my Allosaur site at the Wyoming Dinosaur center has been reduced from "Research Project" to "Personal Agenda", and no more money is supposedly allowed to flow to it. This is articulated by a fucking asshole which equal training as I (we started the same year, albeit I was 16 and she 27 or something), who was promoted to head of the laborabory and hill, due to her availability. So now all research is cut from the company payroll. I'm the last employee to stay from the researchers, and that's due to overwhelming financial need. So overwhelming that I have 20 dollars to stretch for the next three months. HA!!!! Maybe I could donate plamsa for gas money, what do you think, Blood for Oil? Fucking how many years of my life at the WDC, and all because of a "Personal Agenda". Fucking spectacular. Watch a research institution go from aspiring accreditation to Walmart in a fucking year.

In other news, my father has lost his job, I have to move from my home (another one, seperate from the one my family might have to move out of), and there are no other prospects besides fucking away my time in Thermopolis on a "Personal Agenda". The turn signals to my car are out, effectively keeping me from driving at night, or in multilane streets (aka city, interstate). Oops, there goes Easter vacation with my family. I fixed my headlights, and then the fucking turn signals go out 10 minutes later. Fuck them too.

So now it's like fucking five in the morning, I tried to go to bet but when I get stressed out my back hurts, and doesn't stop hurting, effectively creating insomnia. Oh, did I mention that my ex girlfriend asked my best friend out a week after dumping my sorry ass, telling me she felt she shouldn't be in relationships? Oh yeah, and all my friends hang out with her mostly. Not that there's anything wrong with that, it just sucks on my end of things, with everythign else. I think that's everything... yeah, just about.

goodnight, better luck to you all. Fuck everything :)happyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappy
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posted by Ijime | 3:51 AM

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