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Location: Melbourne's shining streets, Victoria, Australia

This is a story. This is pure fiction. This is a test. ...but for you or for me? ~.~ On a sunshine filled day like today, I had all the time in the world for you. We lay on our backs in the grass, dancing silhouettes of the canopy above us, tiny little pockets of light escaping through, like sparkling diamonds another world away... In the light, in the noise of all that clarity, we never did communicate very well... ~.~

Monday, June 18, 2007

thought for the day

this is running more like a thought for a day
i have a love-hate relationship with the number 11
or perhaps it is just the number one
they're everywhere
has anyone else noticed that the number 11 is everywhere?
they're everywhere and yet without meaning
even i can't create a meaning for their existence
they mock me like a sign
and yet
they're empty
there's no history with the number eleven

actually, i forget
there is
three out of four
and when i say i forget
i lie
i never forget

here are eleven things i need to do:
clean my room
light a candle
drive to deakin
fill in a form
send it
get out of bed earlier
move more
read slower
write something that makes sense
stay distracted
stop waiting for 11 o'clock

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