Time

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is... fuck. Its time, constantly moving forward and backwards, and sideways and upways and downways. It doesn't stop but never started. It is a construct we see played out in our everyday lives. You cannot go back, you cannot undo, but you never did in the first place.

What to talk about? What do I want people to know? One thing I was expecting, though not to this degree, is the amount I censor myself on here. There are whole paragraphs I could write right now about... many things, some of them having to do with guys that I know read this.

I guess that is what is a diary is for, because I know I could do, and get away with, the implantation of information, but I don't want to.

I know what I want, the problem is communicating it to people.

Flipping people.

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