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Month: May 2003

In Search of Normality

Posted on May 20, 2003February 24, 2022 by KZ

Lately I haven’t had much to say. Most of what comes to mind is hardly worth committing even to the virtual page, and the thoughts that are actually worth sharing are probably better left unsaid for the moment. You could link this mental drought to a handful of things. Sometimes I wonder if I’m simply…

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Random Complaints (The “Things That Suck” List)

Posted on May 12, 2003February 23, 2022 by KZ

Oversleeping on a weekday and then subsequently hauling ass in order to attend a class that bores the hell out of you. 50 Cent. Seriously, he’s the most overrated thing since sliced bread. “I love you like a fat kid love cake.” Wow man, profound. I guess I can throw out all of my 2Pac…

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Bill Door nodded. Of course there had been a mistake. Anyone could see there had been a mistake. He tossed the overalls in a corner and took up the robe of absolute blackness. Well, it had been an experience. And, he had to admit, one that he didn't want to relive. He felt as though a huge weight had been removed. Was that what it was like to be alive? The feeling of darkness dragging you forward? How could they live with it? And yet they did, and even seemed to find enjoyment in it, when surely the only sensible course would be to despair. Amazing. To feel you were a tiny living thing, sandwiched between two cliffs of darkness. How could they stand to be alive?~Terry PratchettSource: Reaper Man
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