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Objectivity is dead.: December 2008
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This is my attempt at self-appeasement. There are few who will be able to distinguish the absolute truths from the far-fetched fiction contained within these ‘pages’. Friday, December 12, 2008. Here I am, I’m leaning. I’m leaning over the same old counter, in the same old house, unable to stand upon my same old feet. The grass really must be greener. My hands hurt. My palms on both of my hands hurt. The sharp edge of this cheap plastic laminate digs deep into my skin, but in a way it feels good&#...Two d...
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Objectivity is dead.: [Chapter 4] Envy.
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This is my attempt at self-appeasement. There are few who will be able to distinguish the absolute truths from the far-fetched fiction contained within these ‘pages’. Friday, December 12, 2008. Here I am, I’m leaning. I’m leaning over the same old counter, in the same old house, unable to stand upon my same old feet. The grass really must be greener. My hands hurt. My palms on both of my hands hurt. The sharp edge of this cheap plastic laminate digs deep into my skin, but in a way it feels good&#...Two d...
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Objectivity is dead.: March 2010
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This is my attempt at self-appeasement. There are few who will be able to distinguish the absolute truths from the far-fetched fiction contained within these ‘pages’. Monday, March 1, 2010. To dream is to bestow obscurity, for dreaming is not intended to exuviate perspective. Dreams encrypt our psyche while unequivocally embellishing our deepest reveries. The primer, hidden deep within our subconscious, is the quintessential missing link. 8220;But why not me? 8221; I implore. Her chestnut locks complimen...
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Objectivity is dead.: [Chapter 6] Dreaming.
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This is my attempt at self-appeasement. There are few who will be able to distinguish the absolute truths from the far-fetched fiction contained within these ‘pages’. Monday, March 1, 2010. To dream is to bestow obscurity, for dreaming is not intended to exuviate perspective. Dreams encrypt our psyche while unequivocally embellishing our deepest reveries. The primer, hidden deep within our subconscious, is the quintessential missing link. 8220;But why not me? 8221; I implore. Her chestnut locks complimen...
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Objectivity is dead.: October 2008
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This is my attempt at self-appeasement. There are few who will be able to distinguish the absolute truths from the far-fetched fiction contained within these ‘pages’. Thursday, October 30, 2008. I’m fucked in the head. There’s no denying it. I’m the case study a psychologist will dream about his entire career, only to read about in trade journals. There are even times when I question my own mental stability and actually concede to the notion that I very well might. Through a culmination of intolerable ma...
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Objectivity is dead.: January 2009
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This is my attempt at self-appeasement. There are few who will be able to distinguish the absolute truths from the far-fetched fiction contained within these ‘pages’. Monday, January 26, 2009. She’s lying right next to me. Another one. Another lonely girl, another lonely night. A night fueled by absent lies, bitter drinks, and impermissible moral principles. How many is that now? Such a conjecture is not one I dare to cloud my disarrayed mind. Such is too late. I preach to you. She stares at me as the ot...
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Objectivity is dead.: [Chapter 5] Revelation.
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This is my attempt at self-appeasement. There are few who will be able to distinguish the absolute truths from the far-fetched fiction contained within these ‘pages’. Monday, January 26, 2009. She’s lying right next to me. Another one. Another lonely girl, another lonely night. A night fueled by absent lies, bitter drinks, and impermissible moral principles. How many is that now? Such a conjecture is not one I dare to cloud my disarrayed mind. Such is too late. I preach to you. She stares at me as the ot...
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Objectivity is dead.: November 2008
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This is my attempt at self-appeasement. There are few who will be able to distinguish the absolute truths from the far-fetched fiction contained within these ‘pages’. Wednesday, November 26, 2008. There she stood, her beauty emanating from every pore on the surface of her delicate body. Her lustrous black stilettos reflected the light from the full Hallow’s moon as her voluptuous legs made way to a tattered frock that nestled the curvature of her body ever so perfectly. Her exquisite complexion...The ami...
