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She turns around and I finally see what is wrong with her. Eyeliner drips from her eyes. She's been crying and I can't figure out why. All I can do is gently hold on to her and let her makeup stain my white t-shirt.
It seems that as i make my way through life that I have a thirst for knowledge. But as i move through the world i have found that I must study on my terms. When i take a class on a subject I lose my thirst for the knowledge on the subject when I am subjected to a teaching style of someone else.
do what you say and say what you do. it seems like nobody has this quality anymore. everywhere i look i see people saying one thing and doing another or doing one thing and saying another.
the idea that the world is all connected has interested me for a long time. I find it very beautiful. But Facebook killed it.
I wrote about plans last night. I planned to write about something else this morning. It looks like my plans, once again, didn't turn out. But, the key to making plans is not planning ahead, but being wise enough to know that plans will fail and be able to think of something quick to fix or replace the plans.
I have plans. I have plans to make plans. I have plans to break plans. Plans aren't worth shit. When it comes down to it, plans either happen or they don't. And either way they don't change anything.
everything is whole. the person is a whole made of organs. the city is a whole made of people and buildings. the country made of cities. and the world is a whole made of people just like everyone who don't know why the fuck we're all here.
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