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Created on 2008-02-26 13:12:35 (#15026552), last updated 2008-03-31
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| Name: | dreamer. |
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| Website: | secrets. |
This is a place for truth. I don't update here about my day or my art, here is for my dreams and memories. My favourite dreams that I never want to forget, my worst nightmares that I cannot forget. Good and bad moments in my life that I think of often. I will write things in here that aren't relevant to anything that's happened in my life recently but I will write things that I would like to remember, I will write in here to clear my chest in hopes of not thinking about these moments as much. I will write things you may not care about and I will write things only I will understand. I will only add you if we have spoken before, and I like you.
I am not a writer and I know I never could be, I describe things exactly how I remember, it may not be fabulously written but I write these things for me and I don't write them to be graded or criticized.
"In an effort to get people to look into each other's eyes more, and also to appease the mutes, the government has decided to allot each person exactly one hundred and sixty-seven words, per day. When the phone rings, I put it to my ear without saying hello. In the restaurant I point at chicken noodle soup. I am adjusting well to the new way. Late at night, I call my long distance lover, proudly say I only used fifty-nine today. I saved the rest for you. When she doesn't respond, I know she's used up all her words, so I slowly whisper I love you thirty-two and a third times. After that, we just sit on the line and listen to each other breathe. "
I am not a writer and I know I never could be, I describe things exactly how I remember, it may not be fabulously written but I write these things for me and I don't write them to be graded or criticized.
"In an effort to get people to look into each other's eyes more, and also to appease the mutes, the government has decided to allot each person exactly one hundred and sixty-seven words, per day. When the phone rings, I put it to my ear without saying hello. In the restaurant I point at chicken noodle soup. I am adjusting well to the new way. Late at night, I call my long distance lover, proudly say I only used fifty-nine today. I saved the rest for you. When she doesn't respond, I know she's used up all her words, so I slowly whisper I love you thirty-two and a third times. After that, we just sit on the line and listen to each other breathe. "
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