VCL Mirrors: Main, Orcas. Frames On, Off.
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Sitting in a dark room \r\nForces one to reflect \r\nAnd staring\r\nInto the deep walls\r\nI begin to fear the way\r\nConcious stream of though\r\nNever seems to end\r\nAnd loathe the chair\r\nThat feels so cold\r\nThough the room is alive\r\nWith summer heat
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Everything may be just.\r\nBut justice is never fair.
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A tribute to the overcomers.
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Love your children. Make their little dreams grow.
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It's getting late when the mind wanders, \r\nAnd you can see the dead beat coming like a precognition \r\nBut you don't even try to stop it anymore. \r\nAnd yet it's so tiny, the brain compared to the mass \r\nOf the planet, which is tiny itself anyway, \r\nAnd all these impacts and significances and parallel collidings \r\nThat don't even make sense in defenitions like this one. \r\nIt's like a drunk man moving down the sidewalk \r\nZipping up his fly without letting go of his beer, \r\nEven though he's urinated all over his hands and pants \r\nAnd is still doing so but can't stop. \r\nHe just can't stop.
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Tootsie pops strike fear in the very core of my heart. And they should to yours too. Because they're evil. And they SHATTER AND STAB YOU IN THE MOUTH WHEN YOU LEAST EXPECT IT!!!!! BLOOD EVERYWHERE!!! DOOM!!! FIRE!!!
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I'm growing up. I'm loosing my touch. I'm starting to get used to seeing myself so large in the mirror.\r\n\r\nI don't think I've ever been so fundementally dissappointed with myself.
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Late night musings.
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Paying attention in Lit.
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Matching is a word that means closed-minded.\r\nMatching is for the strong, the bold, the daring.\r\nJust kidding.\r\nMatching is for wimps.
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Learn the lesson. Don't fear the reaper.\r\n\r\nOwn.
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It just goes to show, hm?
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Coffee. The only constant in this perverse world.
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Memory memory gardening glowerings\r\nPressing us deeper with creasings and folds\r\nWrapping us tightly in flowings of flowerings \r\nStealing our breath away growing us old
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I eat Lizzy's talent. What was I thinking?
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Poor angry kitten! Now he shall have no pie!!!
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Memory serves me wrong.
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Happy birthday, cap'n C.
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You sit there\r\nStaring at me\r\nBlank-faced\r\nGlassy-eyed\r\nHaughty\r\nI know what you're thinking\r\nI know what you're planning\r\nYou're trying to kill me!\r\nFilling me up with candy-coated words\r\nAnd coffee laced with non-dairy creamer\r\nOh, you are clever, Mr. Coffee\r\nYou glare at me\r\nI pretend not to notice\r\nI pretend I am getting up for some coffee\r\nYes, just a cup of coffee\r\nI reach out for the handle\r\nAnd then I smash Mr. Coffee!!!\r\nI smash Mr. Coffee!!!\r\nI smash! Smash! Smash!\r\nGlass and hot beverage fly in my face\r\nBut I keep smashing\r\nFinally, I stop and survey the aftermath\r\nMr. Coffee lies broken at my feet\r\nHis reign of terror shattered\r\nBut I will carry on the legacy\r\nI will tell your story\r\nMr. Coffee\r\nMy nemesis
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Kim, you're inspirational.
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Plaid the chameleon. Not enough people do chameleons, and they should, because chameleons are spifty.
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My grandmother is beautiful.
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People are infinitely fragile.
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A picture for Lizzy. Fetus. Eggy.
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A dark flitting in the corner of the retinas.\r\nA flash of yellow burning through the irises.\r\nTiny antennae waving back and forth in flurry;\r\nLegs in motion, signaling the onset of work.\r\nHornets flow in a single-file forceful stream\r\nDown the lightless tubes and corridors\r\nThat honeycomb the flaking paper community\r\nCemented to the cranium interior with saliva.\r\n\r\nIn the shadows: the constant stream of activity.\r\nThe pounding of the march behind eye sockets.\r\nThe burial of pupae and frenzy of signal-dances.\r\nThe fight to the death and succession of a new queen:\r\nThe mother that inspires her children to achieve sleeplessness.\r\nThe construction of new chambers and paper layers.\r\nThe expeditions to the stomach and the harvest of flesh.\r\n\r\nA flight of association; conflict resolution between hives.\r\nToday we descend with the drowning hum of unison.\r\nToday we invade the deeper recesses of the hive.\r\nToday we grip the frail clay walls between mandibles.\r\nToday we behead the earth queen and devour her progeny.\r\nToday we empathize with the enslaved brown workers\r\nAnd paint their soft carapaces in brilliant black and yellow.
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I like shoes, because they let you step on sharp things. I have shoes.
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I am the Phoenix Rescinding\r\nI'm accustomed to the process\r\nHeat death and a scattered crumbling\r\nTo swing out in a silent splendor\r\nIn metaphor for a doomed fugue
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To all of you who despise pikachu... bite me.
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