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catherine avril morris, poetry, comedies & family ent., putdowns, television, gridlock, online music promotion, a 10 thunderbolt ii, zoe, california music promotion,
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With obligations to fill. Sipping on a 2 liter bottle of Surge, praying for a snow day, dirty t shirts so I can have a break from "High" school. Its amazing how spiritually possessed people become when it relates to the material world. Fuck enlightenment, I just want to get some, and, of course, visions of discordianism are dancing in my head. Leaning dirty t shirts forward, I turn on the radio. Time lapses. I haven't, surprisingly. I don't even remember what I missed. I don't think I ever do. But, though the mist of my mind, I dirty t shirts keep arriving at the same thoughts of displaced social situations I currently find myself in. The jagged edge cuts quite deeply. My fingers are feeling a little less sore, from the chain mail work. Time to bludgeon myself with an alternate lethargic activity. School doesn't start for another 10 hours or so. Damn it all. And on top of it, I'm sitting here, whining about how no one knows how I feel, and how no one can relate to the life I lead. How everyone hates me, or thinks I'm socially unfit to exist in society.
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