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. . . I Don’t Know What To Say

No expectations

One of my greatest fears used to be being controlled. Whether by an individual, a group, a state, or anything external to my sovereignty as an individual.

I got wind of the fact it was indeed I who controlled myself and my living experience several years ago.

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Disaffected Malcontent

The burden was a gift

I have been disaffected for several years now.

Have you ever noticed that when people say things, they’re saying it to themselves?

There is no conversation. It’s a battle. A battle with their mind.

True conversations only happen once in a blue moon.

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Journals

Vampiric Tendencies

Hiding in the shadows

One can feel like a vampire out in the desert, sun blazing. It’s cold hiding in the shadows all day, but the unabated sun is hardly bearable for more than a couple of minutes.

I’m used to the constant, thick heat of Southeast Asia at this point.

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The Perils of Self-Monitoring

The mind watches

There’s an ever-watchful eye in your life, but who’s is it?

Not yours. And its judgements it makes are not your own.

Even after having read the previous sentence, it will begin to tell you the story of this problem, and how you need to fix it.

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Manifestos

Renegade Vows

Rebelling against the status quo

There’s something brewing within me and it feels like hatred.

Tame, but disdain.

Everyone’s stuck, but why think about them when you are too?

What about them renegade vows?

Vows are never made for another. They’re made for oneself.

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Automatic Writings

Boo

No excerpt.

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Journals

Ride and Die

Something to lose

1:39pm, Ho Chi Minh City

Today I woke to the sound of rain filling me with memories of growing up in the Pacific Northwest.

To me warm rain is like a warm blanket.

The warm rain of my past tugs at my heart.

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As You Did

Musings of a lonely wanderer

Well if I can’t remember why I picked up the pen in the first place then I’ll simply write about The Despair.

Once again this morning I was engulfed by it. It comes from the pressure to succeed; the fear of failure.

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Bubblues Burstis

Reputation versus truth

Reputation. Let’s talk it.

A reputation has no benefit to a person other than that which is measurable. I’m talking dollars and cents. Forget being liked. Forget looking perfect for the sake of being considered so. Where is the utility?

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Automatic Writings

Goodness Gracious Me

Thunderous silence

Silence . . . silence . . .

Oftentimes I avoid it, trading it for the pleasures of music.

But what a sacrifice.

What a misstep.

Even now as I write this work, I merely date and do not title.

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