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Ajax and Cassandra
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manipulation of the mindI am stumbling about childishly, lost in the labyrinth of my mind. My hands are jammed protectively into my pockets, clammy and cold with anxiety. Surrounding me are those chilling everyday faces; the faces my eyes meet, but never really acknowledge. Their eyes sit stony in their sockets, looking gray and lifeless, sapping the colour from the scene before me. Behind their backs, and stuffed into the pockets of their stark-white lab coats, I see pliers and screwdrivers, wrenches and drills; all in preparation to pry my mind open, and tamper with its technicalities.
To create what is not there, and to eradicate what is. manipulation of the mind
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i find fruitflies in my cerealYou’ve spread yourself over my mind Like the sweet, glistening jam On my morning meal of toast You feed off me like a hungry parasite And deteriorate my strength like the common cold. Like a dose of morphine Or a power-hungry cancer You’re swimming throughout my scrawny body Eating away at my famished remains i find fruitflies in my cereal
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awaking beside the neurotic 2You jump out of bed, leaving me behind, lost in a land of blue linen. I laugh to myself as you shower. I stagger out of bed in a giggling frenzy, before tripping on a small pile of unread, overdue library books and fall to the floor in front of the bathroom door. I obstruct the pathway as you attempt to open it. I pound the back of my head on the door as I sit cross-legged, singing children’s nursery rhymes at the top of my lungs (I know how that annoys you). I can feel my scalp bruising, my voice cracking and falling from my control like sand through my fingers.
But I continue. I shriek, my throat raw with the stagger awaking beside the neurotic 2
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I wondered what I looked like to you; small and vulnerable, perhaps. A sick, fragile body lost amongst the soft, warm fabric that was my school jumper.

Shaking hands almost always covered in ink, marker and fresh acrylic paint.

A stubborn little girl, tiny for her age. Mature, and yet not so mature… Uncontrollable, and yet absolutely tame.
You smelled faintly of fresh paper, Fabulon iron-aid and cigarettes. And you towered above me like an aged oak tree.
But intimidation wasn’t a feeling that crossed through my brain often, and so for where there should have been fear

Pass the caffeine, Jupiter

Her hair is a long tangle of untidy black curls, poorly restrained by two satin green ribbons. It’s wild and untameable, much like her. Around her neck she wears a small glass jar on a fine silver chain. The jar is empty. It feels icy when I clasp it with my bare fingers. Every time I do so I can sense her growing tenser, her delicate eyebrows furrow into a frown, and her pale, quivering lips form a bitter, ugly grimace. It’s almost enough to make me tear my eyes off her.
She goes by the name of Jupiter, after a planet as mysterious as herself, though whether or not that is her birth name is unclear to me. I’ve ask

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as time fades

Journal Entry: Sun Jun 7, 2009, 8:36 PM

Mood: Sympathy
Listening to: traffic

_{so do we, i suppose.
our personality fades into a new one.
Our hopes fade, our dreams slip into the cracks.
Sometimes replaced by others, sometimes not.

and then the people that we know, fade into people that we knew.
People you thought you'd know forever suddenly don't even remember your name.

We forget. We stop caring. We don't look back as we walk away, because we don't even realise what it is that we're leaving behind.

I don't write very much anymore.

Tonight I'm getting my hair cut.

I feel like easy mac, but as if I haven't downed enough chemical-infused processed foods lately.
Tonight I'm making satay chicken with rice and corn fritters and a bunch of vegies. Just thought I'd put that out there.

I'll be honest, there isn't all that much point in this journal.
it's called procrastinating, as my housemate points out every few seconds, everytime I leave my laptop and stop doing my homework.

But dear god there is a lot of homework to get done, and in so little time.

only one feature today:

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_{Hello (:
My name is Georgia and I am 16 years old
though I like to tell myself that I'm 14
because growing up just seems so unfair
Literature is my life. I love to read novel after novel.
I love new words, and have a fetish for combing through my well-worn dictionary and thesaurus on a regular basis.
Pool drains and traffic intersections stress me out
And I hate the taste of coriander and string beans
The colour red brings out the 5-year-old in me. It can make any moment truly exciting.}

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~DarkSaiF Aug 31, 2009, 8:50:02 AM

nice gallery

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*My-D4 Jul 5, 2009, 7:25:38 PM

thx lots for the

and wow u have an open imagination to write dawn what u feel

~bmeegs Jul 1, 2009, 6:56:22 PM

thanks for the fav!

*DemonMathiel Jul 1, 2009, 5:13:24 AM

Thank you for the

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=soldierofsolace Jun 18, 2009, 4:00:07 PM

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~I'm no one special, but i am somebody. d(-_-)b

~There's a whole world out there, outside of your mental globe. Infect it with your vibrance and spread the diseased color of Life.

Sick Creations represent.

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