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Date Posted: 00:32:40 06/07/02 Fri
Author: Hobbes
Subject: Tasks of God : Naming the world

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grammar absence

I want to say something meaningful here
.
..
...
I want to express a passionate attempt to understand
.
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I want to say something that could change you here
.
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...
But what i say never says anything ...

to help the reaching hand

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When i saw Brandi i thought damn, she is still gorgeous...
and sweet in some weird sexual way i guess.
Er, or atleast i think that is what i was thinking, but who knows anymore.
It was icing on the cake to think that she portrayed
a side of herself that seemed to empathize and understand
certain things i would say too.
Fucking her in the front seat of my car seemed to validate
something about myself... it made me feel good to think
i was screwing the now ambitious icon of my middle school and high school years.
But fuck. What do i say to anyone anymore... shit, what do they say to me?
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you know, i'm not sure what exactly causes me to get
into these real fucked up demeanors.
i don't do drugs. I can't even fucking spell alcholol.
i'm just fucked up, simple as that.

i know better though... i just say all that bullshit as an attempt to relate to all those people who find it hard to relate to me.

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I was coming out of some bullshit psychology class i've been taking over the summer and digesting all of the shit
i heard in the lecture. I was so dissapointed in the class
up to this point. A headful of linguistics, cognitive science, and philosophy prior to this psychology class
set me up for a great let down i suppose.

><><>There is a part of you much smarter than you are<><><><>

... and i remember that i suppose, so it's on me again to take anything that i would consider significant from the class before it ends.

Anyway, what the fuck was i talking about?
right, walking out from my psychology lecture...

so i walking to library to get on this damn thing here
when i all of those damn birds started chirping like they always do... i'm fascinated by shit like that. I've always thought it was so fucking cool to observe communication on any level.

my epiphany of the day was looking at their nests pasted to the top of the library building...
identical... every fucking one of them.
perfect little cone shaped nests.
even ones that were on the academic buildings were exactly the same.

now, since i'm a geeky fucked up, i got excited instantly
about my new found realization and let the possibilities
fester in my head for the rest of the day.
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Convince me that i was something to begin with

and tell me that i was some one that you could end with

save me

tell me

that you know how to capture this person
and keep them
forever

until the ground awakens to feed on my forgotten possibilities

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god damn typos -- Hobbes, 10:18:12 06/07/02 Fri