Monday, November 19, 2007
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Almost had a whiplash, due to, Angel, (not e typical one with wings and a white robe, but one with amazing arm strength, e one in e neoprint) attempting to derange us.. poor us.. talk about "popping the question", and my consciousness would just switch to the one saying, "did/will/do u miss me?" instead of e typical one concerning elation. ironic to this one. or at least to me. maybe just certain parties i guess. believe me, you would if you were me. shan't elaborate. a sudden urge pushed me to this. just purely the urge. nothing else. therefore.
a handful of humans would just loveee to be in groups, almost desperate i presume. just for shopping, arcading or whatever that associates them into crowds. but another portion of em would just be rejected from e pack. i don't assume that e "rejectors" are right on doing so, but ain't em "rejectees"(there such a word?) gotta contemplate a lil too? regarding on why e reactions of others? self? to alter? attempt it at least?
11:33 AM
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