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damn.
I did it again.
The scenic railway is clattering around the tracks once more.
How delightful.
Don't forget to smile for the photograph.

H.

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PS. Letter-writing is cool. 

H.

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why does life always end with all your worldly possessions written on a bit of paper; mailed to the people you used to know, for them to fight over who gets what?

You may achieve greatness in life; but once you die, well you're dead- so who cares anyway? And if that greatness conflicts, and what they say is true, well it may just have consequences anyway.

Who invented the Condom? Well I shouldn't think Mr(s). Condom would be veiwed too highly in the eyes of HIM and the church, and yet he/she has saved countless from the plague of AIDS and the barrage of other STI's.

Yeah that's right; I'm talking about a contraceptive, AND this is not awkward.

But seriously...?

H.

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Answer;

a) 15 Years.
b) 15 Months
c) 15 Weeks
e)15 Days
f)15 Hours



H.

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Do you read between the lines of everything I say too? Maybe you should someday; it may just prove insightful.

H.

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Here I sit upon this chair,
all bound up in thoughts of dispair.
But the message came and went,
these young fragile lives; already spent.

When the clocks rang out,
and the longing turned to a shout,
those 25 cent pockets of gold,
keep grasp of dear hearts they hold.

The wheels gound down those tired old tracks,
laden with bags of full yellow sacks,
the blue realms down down below,
where treacherous thoughts did sew.

and the day, fresh once more,
held little more to settle such score,
the insanity of all it is,
yields little than this short quiz,

and here we are, this chair again;
thinking about the moment when,
my world will crash and burn once more,
and see everything tumbling to the ground.


H.

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Is there anyone out there who is listening?

The point of these words has quickly escaped, leading to the realisation that the worth of writing probably isn't sufficient anyway.

The truth didn't work, so lies were the only answer. Such is life; always.


H.

There is a reason why I love now. And you should know by now why.

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when is silence awkward? the strangest thing; it was, and then it wasn't. You're supposed to be the one with whom all awkwardness as gone, and yet it came back.

AND YOU!? why is it not so, when it seriously should be.


H.


PS typing with one hand is way cool.

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welcome to the yes time club.

H.