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Name: Hannah
Country: United States
State: Texas
Metro: Longview
Gender: Female
Interests: Writing, reading, drinking tea and coffee, making out, watching scary movies, nerds and dorks
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Member Since:
3/1/2005
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| I meet so many people who have superwhatever rattling around in their head. They have this person they are convinced they are supposed to be, and their superwhatever is killing them. They have this image they picked up over the years of how they are supposed to look and act and work and play and talk, and it's like a voice that never stops shouting in their ear. And the only way to not be killed by it is to shoot first. Yes, that's what I meant to write. You have to kill your superwhatever. And you have to do it right now. Because your superwhatever will rob you of today and tomorrow and the next day until you take it out back and end its life. Go do it. The book will be here when you get back. | | |
| I used to believe that people evolve as they age. Though it might be slight, the general movement in their development as people would be towards an improved state. The truth is that mature people can and do regress to prepubescent actions and attitudes in as little as 24 hours. This regression is not a temporary slip either. It is who this person now is and they believe themselves better for it. | | |
| High Flightby John Gillespie Magee, Jr.Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds...and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of...wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up, the long, delirious burning blue
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, nor even eagle flew.
And while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space...
...put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
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| My computer, once broken, is now whole. I missed my baby. Glad she's back. | | |
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