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Now Listening to: Three Seed by Silversun Pickups "There's the line that is leading clearly feeding all The things I don't believe in but i'll step in once Again Cut in line to get closer to the source of all the Things I'll never belong to Step it up and sign right in again" Writing more than a funny sentence is irrelevant these days. That is sad. The day of the blog is long gone. "Fooled by the notion That the sums don't add up at all" My deep thoughts of loneliness trail by the streams of dried up creek bed. Wondering if any passing by travelers would pick up these unadorned peices of dirt and stone. Maybe one day to be adhered to one's ears as jewlery or a countless time piece dangling gently from the wrist of some wise old man with a story of coincedental found life and love from finding such a precious stone as this. We are lonely and depressed. Understanding how bad we have it and how much worse it could be. Living life lifeless and upset. A generation of gentiles generating general guidelines for one another, yet none for themselves. Whispering whims on the white lines. Branding black, block letters to break the blank space. Cracking the chest open of store-up memories and charged feelings. Carefully contructing sentences after days of yearning for someone to listen. Letting the music in our ears, hearts, and out of our fingers. Not letting each thought, which has immediately reached our mind, merely be texted and sent to whomever. Good intentions grow into media mania. I don't like where the future is going. Shalom. ps. hit me up on twitter ;)