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the orange county fair is full of fried foods being carried around on food trucks, so the scent saturates the air completely. it's a tad disgusting to me when I think about the actual food that is creating the aroma, but when I breath in that distinct perfume of sugar, starch, meat, fat, and alcohol, it makes me smile. I can't help it. It brings me home.
the muscles i have and the ones i don't. It's not like I've got a million years to discover my skills and talents. I have to be quicker, not quicker, more in tune I guess with what i want and how to do it. or rather, how to start. maybe i should just start instead of rambling...
i went to a christian high school and they defined salvation in religious ways. I don't believe in any particular religion but i do believe in the power of language. salvation is one of those powerful words. in today's society, it's not good deeds that govern our actions but rather our words, our mastery of language.
are losing everything that was so novel about them. they were new every month or week and they showed you amazing, new wondrous things about the world or fashion or what have you. now they all say the same thing and water information down so much that I fail to learn anything when I'm done reading.
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