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complex, ugly pyramid
this template of
aesthetic lies
I'm in love, a
recipe for wrong

hard to remember the
navy blue marriage
less control
everyday lives
a rigid tempo
of boredom

type type powerpoint
stolen glances
torrents of pink/yellow seizures
sight = fire thrives
electric guitars & bagpipes
type type powerpoint

then home
clearly, legibly
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Submitted on May 01, 2011

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There isn't really much to me. I like to sit and watch and listen to people. I observe more than interact, but don't get me wrong, I love to socialize. I just don't seek to be the center of attention all the time. I love reading, writing, and learning. I am working toward several degrees in Anthropology. Sometimes I love people, sometimes I hate people. I'm terrified of sharks and utterly despise barbecue sauce. What else...I'm very much a Gemini, my Love Language is Quality Time, and according to Myers-Briggs/Jung/Keirsey tests, I'm an INFP or an Idealist/Healer. With that, you'll know everything there is to know about me. Google it, fool.Also, if I didn't write, I'd probably die. more…

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