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Topic: Wonder Years - College

Once in a while, there is a movement when the pieces of the puzzle of life all try to fit together at the same time – but in all the wrong places. The mirror of placidity shatters, the glass becomes jagged, distorting the images normally seen.

Such is my life, such is all life, though some are more aware of this fact. I am aware – all too aware, for I look towards escape, away from the causes of the problems I face. I look towards the illusion of a fixed reality. And so it begins.

Loss of all except me. Ants carve slowly; to a mountain their movements don’t exist.


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[and another one – ew]


Ok, once again we have Finkitis, the dreaded disease known to all of humankind as “Foot-In-Mouth”. Yes, I will survive, but I may have lost one whom I was beginning to care about very much.

Quagmires. This is exactly what I feel as if my body & soul are becoming embedded in. Thought processes therefore will logically turn to the thing most needing attention. My thoughts have just established that there has been a major accident over Cerebral Pass, just above the Cortex Exit. Jittery electrons attempt to control it, but they’re rookies, never seen so many fatalities before.

My knees have decided that they can do without their caps, my hands want to do the hokey pokey, and my heart & stomach have decided to take up residency in my throat & toes (respectively, of course). I don’t even have a hope now, whereas before tonight, I hadn’t had one anyway. It was a whim, a fantasy which could have never played out. I thought. Then today gave me a chance: I blew it.

I feel like hiding under a rock, or hibernating in Tibet…


Found of a couple of pieces of paper in a college folder. I'm wondering if they had something to do with women I was pursuing. earthwulf