so this might very well be a product of very little sleep during the past few days, i'm not sure. and it's sadly unfunny how i always plan to catch up on sleep during holiday, long weekends, or whenever i can be more horizontal than vertical, only to somehow sleep less now than when classes are in session. [as i don't sleep much then, this is some [pathetic] feat.] back to what my original point was. i was thinking, what if everything that was ever part of us [physically], or converted by us forever carried a sort of identification mark as being once from us. [and for all i know, perhaps everything does on the microscopic or atomic levels..] but i was thinking if everything, all the air we breathed out and all the sweat we made and food we digested and cells we scrubbed or scratched off, what if they always had some sort of fingerprint, if you will, indelibly imprinted on them. even after decomposition and conversion and whatever else, that it always carried that mark. and then think if you could see everything you've directly influenced from a global view. one of those greyscale satellite pictures where everything that's connectable back to you shows up red, or yellow. i'm just wondering how far-reaching would that color be, how long would the branches extend..

[no offense man, seriously, [though of all people i feel fairly certain of your getting it and not taking offense..] but,] i'm well past severely tired of not having someone to stretch with after seeing a film. no one to be close to, no one to hug or poke or three-legged-race with or lean on or stay warm with during the long trek back to the car which is the temperature to distance equivalent of being just shy of sixteen kilometers away from the cinema door. it is horrible how i harp on it all the time, but it's all the little things. i need to go drown myself in orange gatorade.. [mm..]

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"in a little while..
i'll be gone.
the moment's already passed.
yeah it's gone.
and i'm not here.
this isn't happening.
i'm not here;
i'm not here.." -r.



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