aosid's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - god it's so monstrous, forcing worlds on other people. and it's no small task to stop - one word out of place, a glance held too long, a plan half-thought and unspoken - and you've betrayed the lot of them, ground them for an instant into your devices. how sweet it is, rather, to live from one dusk to the next, to sip the nectar of minutes soon stolen, with no thought of any but the one you're in. to have no juggernaut agenda. but these are fool's thoughts, these are speeches for flat film characters, these are the breaking and the running and the shrugging. the world is a mess of trampled toes and thoughtless gambits, and everyone is a little bit of a playwright. we all have an eye for the plot, and we all want a slice of the pulse and the swoon. and you know? there is simply nothing for it but to own those rude machinations and that myopic swagger. 6:16 a.m. - 2011-10-18 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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