training yourselfTired and fuzzy, barely awake, he steps from the cold wind of the platform into the train. Looking around, he settles on a broad space between two passengers, one white-haired and absorbed in his morning paper. In sitting he relaxes into the seat, letting it consume him completely. With wandering eyes, he watches. Everyone tries so hard to be alone: trying to read through barely veiled disinterest, eyes closed in feigned rest, watching space, or staring through tired faces to watch the world flow past static panes of glass with twitching eyes. Reaching down, he unclips part of the backpack, and gingerly retrieves the letter. With its retraining yourself
meetingConversations of scattered reality and imagined dreams floating around the room, as the mental conch is passed around the room. Focus wanders the perimeter of the table as each melee is joined and fought bitterly, the victors dragging their heels away bleeding.meeting
A whiteboard propped up against a wall, showing off information like a fashion model. Project plans, documents and presentations come and go; information sprayed and dripping down faces unabsorbed. Black sigils on brilliant white hint at meaning, evading understading. A fan behind the silver projector sprays warm light and hot air. Brilliant yellow blurs into magenta and r
Never read old notebooks
), things should return to normal around here. Hopefully, my free-er time will allow me to start posting goodness here again. 
*sad*
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We're all pawns, my dear.
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We're all pawns, my dear.
GO HERE ----> [link]
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There's nothing as beautiful or frustrating as a blank page.
"In the silence of your absence, /Taste turns to ashes, words to dust. /Clouds become dreams, nightmares in blue. /Everything different, without you."
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We're all pawns, my dear.
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Catch me if you can...
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