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things are not getting better. they are getting worse by the day.

the heart can only pump tainted blood for so long, the lungs, empty air,

not the fierce wind so infused with the young trying to glean vibrant meaning from this life,

Cassie and her sad father, the seaside, the painting of the mother, now dead, the little innocent brother, on her final two Skins episodes.

no, and that is why i love TV so, it will always be better than reality.

at every turn, i want to hide from reality,

but what of those that provide this escape?

the young actor with beautiful eyes who takes his own life,

i loved that show he was on when i was a kid, it comforted me,

but there was no one to comfort him,

and the inevitable unanswerable questions, his fate, his final destination

as mysterious as life itself, as reality.

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these are the blurred lines, "Blurred Lines", enjoying the uncensored Thicke video,

while the suing of a legend, i don't want to know messy details, i just want the easy lust.

why am i so fucking weak all the time?

i want to go back to sleep

and get back to what's real, my dreams, my dreamplace where i live,

my dreamspace where i dwell and think and act and read lines and film

my stories for my youtube subscribers to see, all 23 of them.

it's some semblance of me, a person who was here, who lived in reality.

can we finally stop with the blogging bullshit?

can we be together, finally, in reality, can we live our dreams?

you are my security blanket, i am your connection,

that is love in the modern information age,

too much information, i don't want to know everything about you.

you must help me, please help me, help me stay on the right path,

the road that doesn't end with a tragic headline

but a sacred secret one.





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