this is a something i wrote on the subway (amazing...LA has a subway system...) on my way to school...its deeper than it appears..so open your mind, and take it in... im falling into inexistence. this blackhole we call life; 5th of july, my mother signed me up to die. quarter-life, i wonder why, and what...searching for a definition in dicitonary of blank pages. continuing to fall sporadically grasping temporary ledges, grazing walls, cutting my skin deeply, other times bruising and many times toughening my mind. the voices echo...persuading me to fall faster; the whispers faintly heard, urge me to dream. quarter life; ive just fallen asleep. this bottemless pit of life seems to be exposing its floor gradually...sometimes i crave to see the bottom...but i am too fond of the hole my sleep creates.

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A wonderful Message from George Carlin: The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less. We buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness. WE DRINK TOO MUCH, SMOKE TOO MUCH, SPEND TOO RECKLESSLY, LAUGH TOO LITTLE, DRIVE TOO FAST, GET TOO ANGRY, STAY UP TOO LATE, GET UP TOO TIRED, READ TOO LITTLE, WATCH TV TOO MUCH, AND PRAY TOO SELDOM. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things. We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less. These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete. Remember, spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever. Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side. Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent. Remember, to say, "I love you" to your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you. Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again. Give time to love, give time to speak and give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind. Life is not measured by the number breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

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i have this hidden passion for dancing...i feel like its another way to get closer. to be able to feel another person's rhythm is to connect with them on an entirely different level...now, if you cant dance...you just havent found your soul's way of being...if that means anything to you.

mind pleasing, simply teasing, misleading, but tension releasing...as the bass is bumping, adrenaline rushing. energy pumpin as my hand is brushing your hips, i wish, that those lips that arent a far journey from my neck would touch my own, making it known that i cant act on the persuasions in my mind, complications of another kind. so i dont lose myself i your eyes, instead i watch the rhythmic, hypnotising movement of your thighs and pan to the lights. recognizing the colors with my eyes closed. inhale...exhale...draw in closer, feeling you inhale my desire for you...closer; so close i can feel your soul moving, approving my entrace, change of frequence---see my desire, as you take me higher, as my heart flutters as do my eyes--open...all this feening, i was only dreamin.

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hi, my name is chance, think you could give me one? im just a fashion student trying to survive in this twisted game we call life and Los Angeles. City of Angels? yeah right. im sittin here startin at this computer screen, typin wondering how i even deciphered the whole CSS and complicated computer drama. isnt life interesting? ha. but anyway....hello, nice to meet you...

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