| come see the show
edit: why the fuck am i posting on xanga?
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| yes, i'm going to live.
longer than ever before!
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| i keep posing myself in ridiculous dilemmas... tearing myself apart. im the only one who can help me in most of them, which makes this post quite pointless.
again, i dont like to *not* post, because people start to talk. stop talking.
winter break will be powerfully positive movement in the opera of life for me. until then, the tension is rising, rising, rising... its like my mind is being filled with tiny bits of paper- annoying. hopefully, when the tension breaks, i will shout out joyously, relinquishing not a million tiny bits of suffocating paper, but bright celebratory confetti.
i like this post, now. a straightforward post about the same subject would have been quite boring, but this one is ok. what is my secret? i decided that metaphors are the scenic route to extravagantly communicating useless information.
i don't like similes so much, im a fan of the profound.
annnnnnnnnnd heres the signature! --
//john
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| "will the world break him back???!"
built to spill = nourishment
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