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my brain is combutsing with knowledge that i will never want to use again....(knock on wood... if i do eventually want to use it again then i am in store for a very boring life...) and i probably should go to bed but i really don't wanna so i am going to stay up talking to all you pretty people. i wanna change my icon meep! so my day went well i planted squash and watched chamomile grow and no one is as excited as me about the garden in my backyard but seriously it is freaking ridiculous. artwise this year has been horrible and my creativity box seems to have been flushed down the drain in order to make room for ap chemistry but since th

as soon as we grow up and fit in, our ideals expand, explode, and float away. mashing and mushing together into chaotic ambiguity. growing so large that we end up looking like dust in comparison. pulled by some magnetic force to the corners and cold countertops of reality dragged forever downward by the gravity of fate and time. till we are swept away by some feathered hand leaving a clean surface for the next generation to gather under the blinding light of man-made bulbs

she's the guru of the misinformed, disfunctional disconnected  a mistaken muse of a democratic medium  dissaproval radiates from her oh so icy keys  quickly conforming to unconformist ideology  the ebb and flow of an unreliable culture directs  her pen  between her fingers which tap with haste  liquid lingers  pooling in her imagination  igniting on contact  the mind writhes, synapses fire  at eachother, a war of thought  the chemicals react, bonds break and reform  crystaline structures of infinite complexity  explode and expand with undetected energy  an atomic transaction occurs  she continues her tragic inne