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Positional Distortion: May 2005
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Random droppings from a struggling philosopher. Wednesday, May 25, 2005. Heading back to B-town in the purple Corolla. The "a" is still missing from the car's title on the trunk. There's a compartment in the dashboard that won't stay closed, even with the application of some withered scotch tape. This is new. So is the way she bites me in bed. I'm not sure what I'm more impressed by: how much she's changed, or how much she's stayed the same. Posted by Lucid @ 4:26 PM. Burlington, Vermont, United States.
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Positional Distortion: October 2005
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Random droppings from a struggling philosopher. Saturday, October 01, 2005. Welcome Christopher, take a seat, make sure you have a number two pencil. Fill the circles in darkly and completely. Absolutely no cheating will be tolerated. You may begin when the minute hand reaches 5. Click The minute hand fires the starter pistol. I'm off. A test paper. Crisp and foreboding. Sure, it's harmless now, but give it a little time and it'll end up all covered in blood colored ink. This is wrong. Check.
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Positional Distortion: March 2005
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Random droppings from a struggling philosopher. Saturday, March 26, 2005. They say hind sight is 20-20. In my case it was 20-20 with binocular vision. I know exactly where I messed up, and that makes it even more painful. Regardless, here I am now, struggling like life was a well and I fell down it. Sometimes I just look up at the sky and wonder. What the hell is all this and how did I end up here - was it my doing or was it fate? So I was headed to Vegas right? It's bright, smokey, and soaked in booze.
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Positional Distortion: April 2005
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Random droppings from a struggling philosopher. Monday, April 04, 2005. Joe and I climb aboard a shuttle bus. Our stay in Vegas has come to an end. The driver, a witty woman, probably in her early thirties, keeps yelling at the traffic as though she had personally designed the roads herself. We're sitting directly behind her in the first row of seats. I suddenly realize she bares an uncanny resemblance to Wanda Sykes. In ancient Rome cowardice was the most despicable crime. If a soldier deserted batt...
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Positional Distortion: September 2005
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Random droppings from a struggling philosopher. Tuesday, September 06, 2005. Well this is my first post sent in via email. Nothing lengthy here. I. Would like to add more to the story soon. Maybe finish Chapter 2 and. Get it in a better format for web viewing. In the meantime, check out some of the tunes on my playlist:. Another line.in a Crazy World," Loner. Tribulations," LCD Soundsystem. Zealots Awaken," Beneath Autumn Sky. Hide and Seek," Imogen Heap. Make Love," Daft Punk. Posted by Lucid @ 2:24 PM.
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Positional Distortion: August 2005
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Random droppings from a struggling philosopher. Wednesday, August 17, 2005. Your utter disregard for anyone other than yourself is only shadowed by your irreverent greed for that which is not yours to have! Darling, what don't you require? The tall dark-haired woman shrieked with a certain ferocity, not too unbecoming of her obviously abrasive nature. She sat indian-style amongst a menagerie of pillows on a large bed. Jack was dressed in his usual attire: a finely pressed suit hidden beneath a cobalt blu...
