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Old 12-05-2004, 01:50 AM   #1
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Out of the left side of the screen
and scrolling

...

Your plan is to go back to Arizona, where you were before...
Staten Island isn't New york... but it might as well be... you will say you've been there, you've seen that city before... and you don't like it.
Or maybe it was just her.
It wore her out and made her cry. You were lying next to her as she dispersed her feelings into the air... you caught them and let her feel not so alone anymore... You turned the two of you then, in that moment, into one emotionally challenged entity, a person who's had enough of now, this place, and the people responsible for it all. So you're going back to Arizona, where you first saw her... where you cried with her for the first time... where you fell in love with her.
You will see again most of all the world you've collectively seen as one... because after all, you haven't been together long... and this part of Staten Island, where you live now with her... isn't worth remembering... she would claim.
But for you it may be different. If only you weren't a collective one, if you were once again only you... maybe you would still have friends in the Treehouse across the street. Maybe you and Will the musician just might have had something there, ... and maybe you and Liz and Brian and Valeana wouldn't have gained so much doubt in each and one another and maybe you would have gained something amazing from instead of lost so much in one another... maybe those nights spent drunk weren't just drunken nights shared with eachother. Maybe ....
But you and Clare hold hands, don't you? Don't you and Clare see that the only happiness in the world is in the other's eyes because the other's placed it there? Isn't that worth forgetting the world for?

....

Rebirthed and quickly Drawn. Sober, once drunken tastes beer... wants it again.
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Old 12-05-2004, 06:50 PM   #2
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Then I saw them, all of them, multiplying as I scanned the words. There were so many, I didn't know whether to cry or laugh. In the end, I just stopped reading.

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I have to say it again, "Stop using three full stops!" What do they mean? Why are they there? If you don't know how to use them, please leave them in the garden where they belong.
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