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today, i ran into someone... a friend outside health sciences told me about how a professor happened to give him the manuscript he had in his hands, and it was a study about the enzymes that go into making absinthe. so we talked about drugs and green fairies.
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i wish that red blather would move more. my name has been up there for like 2 days
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soia
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I'd blather more, but I'm so caught up in self loathing that everything I try to say just winds up sounding dumb or pointless, and so "no, nevermind, i have nothing to say"
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silentbob
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All
of my blatherings are pointless and selfloathing.
if its any consolation, i don't loathe you!
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birdmad
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so many of us loathe ourselves that i think it is our common bond
we all like each other, somewhat
but can't stand ourselves.
this is our unifying theme
kool-aid, anyone?
and remember, even if you think nobody else loves you, there is always a big weird bird waiting to whisper strange things in your ear for your amusement (and sometimes just to mess with y9our head)
narf!
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it might have more people soon... i submitted it to a site for cool sites, but they are sorta picky. if you feel like it, when they come by, you could use your blather-smarts to play them. that might be fun.
sweetly self-loathing.
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pilgrim
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All is Vanity and chase after wind.
Whatever We do shall soon pass
For every deed there is its opposite
Nothing really matters much
Why write anything when words are but Hollow outlines of our meanings?
Left to our own devices will any of us really change the world?
And even if We could to what End would We arrive.
As All endings, Bitter or Sweet are none the less Final and without appeal
Is this Hopeless enough for You all,
I am mearly wasting time
I certainly don't KNOW any thing.
Does any one of Us?
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but the pretty sparkly things are so, well, pretty...
the important thing about the cat's cradle isn't the string... it's the cat and the cradle...
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what's it to you?
who
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