"0830 in the garage, light on sleep, already drank my coffee (extra bold) and listening to The Mars Volta? Could be the fixin's for a great day. Expect a noonish burnout."
"0830 PST, running on 6 hours of sleep in 2 nights, off to a 12 hour day of work/school. I give myself until 11:00: 8 hours until its acceptable. *sigh*" - m3shiiko iic.
It's amazing how things work so cyclically.
Before we know what just happened it's like so many times repressed.
Severity of life.
One week is all it takes and I'm reeling in distrust.
But in one night she fades like brothers gone before.
The tragedy of Scott was in that no one knew (what to do).
Serve justice to the unremembering.
Imply guilt to the out of mind.
Punish the sweet girl of curse.
All of this is vanity wrought of insanity.
Those born with black waves in their soul, whose control...
As she sees her ways: her past, her now...
she dreads it all again: blood and death borne still to a land which from she was cursed and banished to suffer alone, to take the pill meant to kill.
"Living the dream," she'd say with a smile, but knows all too well that even a nightmare is a dream.
Mania is a demon bipolar bear's gnarly teeth.
They'll crush bones.
They'll eat teeth.
Trust is for the naive, and self-sacrifice will leave you dead in a realm of no afterlife.
But what's worse than forgivable is hell's despair trenches.
It hides under the oasis, yet inside, life slows until the sands are made of glass.
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