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Steno Pool: July 2006
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Wednesday, July 26, 2006. The fact that we care so much is precisely why we wish we didn't care at all. Replace pronouns as necessary. Posted by adam @ 2:22 AM. Tuesday, July 18, 2006. They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder. but who does it grow fonder for? The real person, an idea, or a wish? Or maybe some sort of combination of all three? And if you make it past the reconnection stage without any more absence, what's left? Or maybe a combination of all three? Or some combination of all three?
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Steno Pool: April 2007
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Sunday, April 29, 2007. Posted by adam @ 11:19 PM. Sunday, April 01, 2007. I'm nostalgic for the old blinders. everything looked so good with them on. you've never seen a looming sunrise til you've blacked out the peripheral like those days. but now we're stuck in this cold with purpetual light. i think the axis slipped when atlas adjusted the weight. and now i can see it all. even when i blink. Posted by adam @ 12:00 AM. Places I Go on Computers. Robots, Robots, Robots! Dance Dance Vinyl Monster!
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Steno Pool: June 2006
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Monday, June 19, 2006. We are a pale people. so that our skin might be as close to translucent as possible. can you see our veins pulse with every pump of our hearts? Can you decode the patterns? We wear our hearts under our sleeves. under our pockets. under our shoes. our skin glows with messages from the motherland in the rib cage. and the heart strains to break free. Posted by adam @ 8:17 PM. Tuesday, June 06, 2006. Posted by adam @ 2:21 AM. Monday, June 05, 2006. I wonder where this will go.
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Steno Pool: August 2006
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Wednesday, August 30, 2006. Always, lack of sleep leads to an over active mind; sometimes, lack of sleep leads to stenopool:. I try and try and try to forget. and progress is made. then the phone rings. and everything falls. the scaffolding crumbles beneath me. just once, could someone please hold the ladder steady for a minute? I hate your apparent power over me. i want a king with a wise heart, not an iron fist. Posted by adam @ 1:39 AM. Friday, August 25, 2006. Posted by adam @ 12:21 AM. And how much ...
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Steno Pool: May 2006
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Tuesday, May 23, 2006. Posted by adam @ 2:18 AM. Thursday, May 18, 2006. The first drop. it was a mistake. ruined it all. a black spot on the parched field. an imperfection given breathe and let loose. all potential lost. it's all been blown now. This is something. but everything is something. and something is nothing. a skill set mastered from jester to pastor. from tester to master. it's a festering disaster. Who can't scream into the void? First impressions lead to second guessing. A (very) short story.
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Steno Pool: October 2006
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Friday, October 27, 2006. Sometimes i hear you singing in the shower in the morning. and then, later, through the vents, i can hear you crying at night. does the sandman use those tears to transport you to light? Posted by adam @ 2:01 PM. I write my name on the walls because it might be the only legacy i leave. Fame you bet i can live without it, but there's no way i'll die the same. I want more than the worms to know my name. Posted by adam @ 2:01 PM. Tuesday, October 17, 2006. Posted by adam @ 2:07 PM.
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Steno Pool: September 2006
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Thursday, September 28, 2006. Stuck in this chronic fight to bit my tongue. Now i'm tasting blood, the last red kool aid. It's only a laceration. I'm not that desperate for attention yet. But if i were you could follow the veins to the source). Posted by adam @ 11:17 PM. Half an evening at velour as told through a scream, a stream, and torn piece of mead composition notebook journal paper:. If it would make it easier for you, we could establish some lines of demarkation. Some borders of some sort. It doe...
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Steno Pool: May 2007
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Sunday, May 13, 2007. What happened to the words? Posted by adam @ 10:37 PM. Places I Go on Computers. Robots, Robots, Robots! Dance Dance Vinyl Monster! I after enough time you learn to read it like a b. All nerves on the way there.All second guessing an. Keep getting red faced. Youre in trouble, son. A. A (very) short story. A (very) short story. Lyrics that are about me but arent actually about.
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Steno Pool: November 2006
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Friday, November 10, 2006. The monotony of bureaucracy creates a cacophony of screams. who ever thought desk work would be so loud? Posted by adam @ 5:08 PM. Tuesday, November 07, 2006. Sometimes i feel these metaphors are tedious. and more childish than any simple utterance could ever be. Like coming up with a complex way to explain the simple truths of life could get me anything. bugs quoting the last letter of the alphabet summarize much better. Write something clever about that. A (very) short story.
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Steno Pool: December 2006
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Sunday, December 31, 2006. So, uh, heads or tails? Call it in the air. It came up slug, made you wonder why you're even standing there. There's no shame in living life as a before. Just step back and let the afters have their score. And don't be sore. Posted by adam @ 1:54 AM. Places I Go on Computers. Robots, Robots, Robots! Dance Dance Vinyl Monster! I after enough time you learn to read it like a b. All nerves on the way there.All second guessing an. A (very) short story. A (very) short story.
