walks in the sun are all i need
everything is perfect
i was listening to autechre and type-o-negative
losing myself in the monstrous powerlines vanishing into the horizon
imagining the future
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I don't understand my mind, or my life, really. It is all desolation and emptiness one day and creative euphoria the next. I've heard it labeled Bipolar or Manic Depressive disorder, or Depersonalization. I think it's just my weird life, too dark and too beautiful to fathom. But it feels better to ramble about, so.. blog.
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