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Thursday - Where The Circle Ends Lyrics

Mountain ranges
Mourning red bay at the bridges
Stab up at the coming blue horizon
Grey slides loosely off rooftops
Lands on the Incan desert ground and dies
A flock of little men touch down on the surface of the
porchlight
Bronze fist soldiers return
To watch the twilight across the faces
Skylights ignite and explode
Scattering shards of april around the room
No one even lives here
We're too busy crashing our cars every morning at the same house
Paving the same roads
Unwilling to walk them
And even when we extend ourselves, its only to be included
In a world that's standing still
And so often we don't struggle to improve conditions
We struggle for the right to say "we improve conditions"
And so often we form communities
Only to use them as exclusionary devices
And we forget that somewhere man is beside himself with grief
And somewhere people are calling for teachers
And no one's answering
Somwhere a man stands, walks across the room, and breaks his
nose on the door
And somewhere these people are keeping records
And writing a book
For now we can call it "The Book About the Basic Flaw Or "The
Book About the Letter "N"
Or "Any Title That a Book About a Man That No One Cares About
Might Have"
And as we turn the pages we call out the sounds of nothing
The sounds of a vanishing alphabet
Standing here waiting...

I've often wondered how twisted people could really be. Sitting down to read The Fifty Minute Hour by Robert Linder has just answered that question. Going over the patients discussed in the book makes me wonder if I can even manage to create characters that complex. It's foolish to think that I could just piece together a character by allowing him/her to behave psychotically throughout the story. It's going to be a long trip before this new story ends.
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Three weeks have passed since our first ANMATH2 test. Till now, the professor has yet to show us the results of the first quiz. The possibility that I could have failed it does not really bother me. What scares me is the fact that I have no idea on how much time and focus I should dedicate to that god-forsaken subject.
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One after the another, people around me have been falling sick. Maybe it's the weird weather we've been having. The least that DLSU could have done was to call off classes, but then again that's damn near impossible.

I finally managed to get some sleep last night. My parents and friends have been telling me to get some rest these past few days. I can't really blame them; I've been working my ass off recently if it's for school it's for my stories. I can't really deny I'm a workaholic; I can't stand not doing anything.

Just for the record, I think the story I've written for the Barlaya Writing for Children's Workshop was the fastest ever completed - for me at least, two hours, give or take.

The prose meeting yesterday was called off; I'd have to say that I was disappointed. I was hoping to get some feedback on the story I wrote. In light of the meeting being cancelled, Yot, Sosyter, and I decided to go with the Poetry staff on their first meeting. It has been a long time since I last visited the breakwater.

Hum, I'm really hoping this week turns out better than the last.

How to make a sleeplez

Ingredients: 1 part competetiveness 3 parts arrogance 3 parts instinct

Method: Combine in a tall glass half filled with crushed ice. Serve with a slice of sadness and a pinch of salt. Yum!