February 2012
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http://soundcloud.com/traukuu1701/sets/simptape-ii-neon-english
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Blot
Monday isn’t any different than a Saturday or Sunday. Get rid of that illusion in your head that your life is going to be some kind of better during the weekend. You’re wasting a perfectly fine day waiting for a day of a different name.
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So glad to see you’re still on tumblr everyone.
January 2012
9 posts
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Hazel Jane
WHAT is everyone on tumblr doing with their lives. With as much time as I spend mindlessly looking at pictures of other people’s glamorized lives, I could have finished dozens of books, written countless songs, and would actually have been productive. Get out of the house, and out of your bed.
Hello
It’s going to be so great when I head back to my dorm in a few weeks and I have a closet filled with different clothes. They’ll be like new again!
Isaac’s birthday party was quite the barrel of monkeys. It’s so interesting hanging out with people and being in situations that are new. I feel that people have to get out and immerse themselves in as many different...
December 2011
28 posts
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Creature
Tijuana Panthers
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Optional
Why, why why. Elusively, I grab pieces of consciousness that place them into my brain. And after a moment has passed, I search for these holograms again. Does practice make perfect when it comes to simply being? It’s queer that a human is controlled by something additive such as an ego. I would think that a body undergoing high-stress or ego-control could rid of such a hindering layer...
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Belispeak
Purity Ring
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Harpoon
I’m going to try and describe how my mindset’s been lately. I go to sit or do something quietly and my brain is engulfed in chaos caused by pecking thoughts and disorderly thinking. Sure, this was me freshman year, sophomore year, and some of senior year, but I thought I had gained control. I always leave the bell jar with valuable lessons learned, so perhaps there is a bright side....
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Sarcophagus
Buried Child
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FINALS ARE DONE
I’m laying in bed until noon, going to clean up my dorm, and then work on the art gallery in the passive room and make my secret santa present look beautiful. I achieved the impossible it seems.
Push-pull scenarios lighten and darken while months slide by, a doll made of stretched material focuses on the windows between.
Love flickers in the bulbs of her sockets, she knows, however she...
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Cliffhanger
Here I am in bed writing about my life at its current state, just as I’ve always done in the past. My surroundings change, but I always tend to write about what’s currently going on. Finals are approaching quickly and I am constantly worrying about whether I’m working hard enough for them. I say yes, I am working more than enough, but when it comes to my art projects...
November 2011
21 posts
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Contortion Motion
My life’s a thousand starfish giving way fresh glances into glass eyes
Crying drips from my face, collecting in actual glasses and jars
Tear free substance, red eyed pathways open me up.
Midnight jerking my neck, feel free to levitate away with your breath, crawling through the wilderness star shapes, leaves above.