I walked home from class tonight- it was a nice enough night, with a slight breeze and a half-moon.

"blog about it!" said chek.

so here's some of it- the cheerier bits at least, because who wants to be sad these days? lets not glamorize depression. its only attractive to everyone but the one affected.

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has a belly button ever come undone? honestly i wonder. maybe the doctor failed his knot-tying badge. would your insides spill out? i'd imagine the bandit umblical cord would like the untied end of a water balloon, flailing about in uncontrollable chaos as your inside-juices spew out. and you'd start to shrivel like a prune, starting with your abdominal area, and ending with the flesh of your cheeks, reducing you to skeleton, like skeletor from out of He-Man, only sans the muscles.

oh how gory.

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i suppose the nature of addiction lies in the quirk of memory. take pain for example- one can remember pain hurts, but is at a loss when asked to remember the specific sensation of it. simply, sensations are "hard to remember but impossible to forget", which is probably why addicts constantly seek a fix. they can't forget its pleasures but can't remember it either.

which is kind of what Placebo is like. their tuneless melodies vacate my head as soon as their song ends but i distinctly remember i loved what i heard which is why i Allergic (To Thoughts of Mother Earth) played on a constant loop on my walk home.

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tada.