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12:21am...
I sat there on a surface that's been robbed off the backs of innocent animals
But that's not the thoughts that surface in this complex mind of mine
I think of the direction my life is going
And how is it that I value love more than material gain?
I sit and ponder on past relationships gone bad
The times I've made the significant other signify hurt and lost
Because they never seem to meet the need of my obscure wants
So I sit here watching the leaves change
Thinking how the seasons make no changes
Because the o-zone is fucked up
And we're pondering on a theory that we ourselves created the hypothesis and proof
So I sit here at what is now 12:26 am
Five minutes after the initiation of this blog
As I look through this phonebook, I see no name that will stimulate my thought processes