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balance
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djdown
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not extreme, and not deadly, and not insane, a lot of nots that don't make any sense to begin with
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eric
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...is a state of tension.
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charley
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bars are yummy. (especially the yogurt peanut ones)
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Caine
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When one lives the golden mean. When one doesn't allow his arete to breed hubris and cause ate.
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ceorl
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constant motion, never stillness, swimming fish, soaring bird, spinning worlds, lovers.
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daxle
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when the opposing forces are equal the see saw with twins on it
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alyssa
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assuming the fulcrum is in the center and the twins are equally distanced from it and the see saw is uniform
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silentbob
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wishing i could take a match and just burn out the pain circulating around the bottom of my heart and the top of my stomach something physical brought on by something emotional it would take away my dirty little thoughts and insecurities about myself and make my life so less stressful and make my hair so less grey which is now completely black and i look FOOLISH some say. But. I like the way my hair looks when its wet and i like the way my hair looks when its black its all about me this time and how i feel about myself but what i wouldnt give to just have some kind of shared emotionally-satisfying co-existance i could take bricks to my head sometimes instead of knives to my heart and maybe then id feel some kind of balance in the sickness of my emotions feeling the same pain for too long it just gets kind of boring.
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god
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now think about how many people have seen my aunt rose's hair on fire with windless motion. baby's on fire was all she sang. do you know the way to san jose? plan a trip soon. begin in cleveland. balance your tires. rhymes pass the times away.
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scuzz
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My own balance is something of a falling leaf. In Fall, leaves fall from nearly every tree. This occurs anually, and has become predictable by certain observers. The leaves slowly change from a brilliant green to a bright red, then, right before the collapse, they dull, fade into brown, reflecting the ground they fear falling to. Every leaf only falls once, but another one inevidably grows to fall.
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coldmeshach
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BOOM! Who is this doin this? Just don't leave. Im trying to keep a delicate balance. I don't mean as I say. Whats on your mind? Im going to find your thought text if I have to. I know you have one around somewhere. Color: Blreedioletorange
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somewhere in between good and evil, happy and sad, tired and awake finding that space where you can go and not be anything else than who you are revel in your own person find out where you belong and who you are that space is balance
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too angry for tears
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I was so close to achieving it again, but now you've gone and fucked it all up
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the oneders
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achieving level ground is a difficult task when the world shakes and you can barely keep your balance. all you see is a beautiful girl's gaze and a chill up your spine. arrows point to different corners of the earth but i'm just following her brilliant glow until i die. that's all i will ever be able to do. you wrap yourself in blankets, walls i cannot break. don't shut me out. drag me in, push me away. wrapped around her finger, i hardly know any better anymore. i need a decent nights sleep.
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phil
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touch my ear touch my other ear rub my arm rub my other arm rub my nose rub my nose the other way wipe both sides of mouth itch my eyebrow, itch every itch shuffle my feet armpit feeling itchy, remember to use less deoderant on that arm to take a shower to brush teeth avoid sleep avoid scratching eyebrow elbow hurts remeber to use other arm later
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hsgatincamail
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function
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illusionary_reality
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...life and death... ...dreams and reality... ...yourself and your image...
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illusionary_reality
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...life and death... ...dreams and reality... ...yourself and your image...
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040711
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illusionary_reality
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...life and death... ...dreams and reality... ...yourself and your image...
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camera
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I can balance my typewriter on my head. I learned when I was about five and living in Idaho. Now I can do it without thinking. It's like it's been becoming a second nature to me.
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cpgurrl
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standing for a second. nearly falling, feeling a familiar rush of panic down my spine. steadying, gripping the walker handles tightly. (you must not fall. you must not fall.) walking carefully on un even ground. balance. poise. (you will not fall.) suddenly, a crack in the sidewalk. a deep crack. (you must not fall. no!) carefully maneuvering into the crack, stepping down into the soft, wet dirt. i nearly slip in the mud, (no no NOOOO!) and i feel like crying. but i don't. balance, poise.
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Syrope
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lopsided only one of my nipples is hard, because i keep accidentally brushing it against the edge of the desk when i rock in the chair or reach for a pencil or open/close the window. the other one isn't sympathetic at all. it couldn't care less. it's a really odd feeling.
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a color is an imperfect gray
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ergo
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and the lack there of. It is our "sense" of balance rather than an understanding of balance.
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REAListic optimIST
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We must strike balance before the balance strikes us. This is a haiku.
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unhinged
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i am fully tipped back towards the female side of my sexuality these days
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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