And yet again I wonder... what I'm doing in this city?

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The sun is always in my eyes,
It crashes through the windows...


Shelli is tired. Tired beyond words... and tissue... and muscles... and cells... and bones... and thinking capacities... plain and simple tired.

Well perhaps that is a lie. I'm frustrated. Shelli is frustrated by predispositions which at current she can't affect a change upon or could summon the willpower to affect a change of that kind.

The world is tiring. Nothing is as truly tiring as trying to save a soul only to realize the soul must want to save itself. Flailing arms draw attention and may indicate a desire for help. However, if those flailing arms never render themselves into some sort of controlled behaviour conducive to rescue, flailing they shall forever be... shan't they?

Beware of the person who has nothing to lose...

“You cannot say you’ve lost a friend. If a friendship is capable of ending, it is because it never existed.”
~ Sent by Mayza Blanco Martinez


Classes today? Today was one of my lighter days. I spent it inside marking papers. The mundane aspects of teaching. -.-

I was planning to go to town to buy some tiles for my new pet project but... it was drizzling and I rationalized what's one more day...


...Visions of you on a motorcycle drive by,
The cigarette ash flies in your eyes,
and you don't mind, you smile,
And say the world doesn't fit with you.
I don't believe you, you're so serene...

-3EB 'Motorcycle driveby'


We learned that things change, people change, and it doesn’t mean you forget the past or try to cover it up. It simply means you move on and treasure the memories.”
-Alicia Boxer

“Beginnings are always scary, endings are usually sad, but it’s the middle that counts. You just have to give hope a chance to float up.”
-”Hope Floats”


This post isn't going anywhere... I shall take my exit...
I posted my "How to make a sketchbook" post as well here.
One frustrated Shelli... out

P.S. save a horse, ride a cowboy.

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