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Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Untitled Part 2
Hi everyone, this is the second part of a story that I posted not too long ago, as I did before I have to warn all under 15 year olds the story contains strong languages and scenes of sexual nature and violence. If any of that might offend you please DO NOT read on. To the rest of you, your opinions are very important!
The bar was totalled; there wasn’t a single table that hadn’t been blown to splinters, or a single bottle of spirits that hadn’t been shattered. I could feel the glass in my back cutting a little bit more of my muscles and scraping against my spine every time I moved, I turned the pain off and stood up. I was angry but I wasn’t about to turn that feeling off, I wanted to find the bastard that had turned my pure mind into human mulch. I knew that it wasn’t me, my gun wasn’t even loaded with that kind of amo, I had planned to rush into his thoughts and confuse him into loosing consciousness. Just as I moved to go towards what was left of the man she walked in, silver canister tied to her back.
“What the fuck are you doing here!?” I couldn’t believe that the hiss in which those words came out was my own voice. The gun in her hand caught my eye and before I knew it I was pinning her to one of the walls gripping her neck with one hand and the gun with the other.
“You fried my package! He had information in his head that was vital to me, and you turned him into steaming flesh!”
“He was going to kill you.”
“The hell he was, the man was pissing himself with fear!” the sweet dust smell that came from Detective Kaneshiro’s skin stirred something in me, but I was too angry to explore just what it was. I was about to hit her when the silver canister drew my attention.
“I was returning this at the airport when you accidentally spilled your coffee all over my skirt. I understand that you are angry at me ruining your little bounty hunting session here, but don’t you think you owe me big time and there are bigger fish to fry?” Her voice was calm, and the glint in her eye was a bit too involved for my liking. And then the flash back hit me. Her skin didn’t just smell like sweet dust, it tasted like it too, her nipples erect, her buttocks so smooth and muscular. I let go of her and shock my head in disbelieve.
“We…I …you are a detective, I would never, how…” none of my commands were working, the virus was refusing to do what I wanted it to; something was trying desperately to keep the memories locked and stop them from unravelling. The pain barrier was the first to break, and I slid to the floor almost loosing consciousness. Tara’s arms were around me and she was dragging me towards the door. Why do I call her Tara, what is going on with me, and more importantly who is doing this to me? All of those questions were going to have to wait as the rest of my defence systems crashed and the world went black.
“Jay, getting drunk on cheap sake is not really the solution to your problem.” Detective Kaneshiro was looking at me with a mischievous smile on her face. The sweet dust she had just taken was turning her eyes violet and her lips crimson. Her skin shone with a healthy glow, and the tired lines of her face disappeared.
“And yet that is exactly what I am going to do, funny innit” Oh dear my language was already slipping; this stuff was stronger than the 14.5% it said on the bottle.
“As much as I would enjoy to see one of the best killers in the world make a total full of herself I have too much respect for you to let it happen here. This place has ears and eyes on every surface, its why we are here.” She meant business, and those violet eyes were so bright it felt like they were poking around in my head. And then a sobering feeling washed over me.
“How interesting. Anyone that is able to use the virus to break into my head is not likely to be a cop. Who are you?”
“I am Tara Kaneshiro, first class detective of the NeoJapan enforcement agency.”
“Yes and I am a mother. That is beside the point, who are you really?”
“I am someone that knows all about you, and admires your work. I have never been one for conventional law enforcement. Ensuring the virus is more advanced in my head so that I can keep one step ahead of your has kept me from progressing in my career, and has cost me.”
“Trust me love, you are not one step ahead. I never imagined that a cop, even one as hot as you, would be worth putting firewalls up for. If you tried doing anything now your brain would most likely turn to liquid.” It was sensual, warm, and very intimate, the sensation that her probing was leaving behind felt like a soft lingering kiss.
“Don’t underestimate me, and I wont underestimate you. Now do you want to know who killed Saline or not?”
Curtains of darkness fall around him. It had sprung, an ancient trap. Only a dim glow comes from within him. Duncan had been going through the motions of filling out form when the switched went off in his head and send him flying across the mental domains of the people around him. He struggled his way back to see Tara and myself standing over in a dark damp alleyway off one of the terminals at Central Orbital. His eyes were still carrying residue of his trip but his voice was like liquid gold.
“So you tripped me. Why?” Most men have a mixed reaction to me, usually involving fear, or an erection, but Duncan just assessed the situation at hand and moved on to solving it.
“I need some information, and you have it.”
“I have all sorts of information, but tripping me is going to cost you, mainly time, but you knew that.” I did, and it made me furious and excited all at the same time, but I put that to the sweet dust and musk that was coming from Tara.
“You are his Demon, I can see his stamp on you. What does he want?”
“This is purely personal, there is no stamp on me, I have checked, he doesn’t even know I’m here.”
“He knows, he is God. The stamp is above your right breast; you can’t find it because you shouldn’t. I would explain how it works but right now we don’t have time.”
Tara stopped my hand before it even moved to wipe the smile of his face. She had been tuned to me ever since the restaurant, and for once I didn’t mind the invasion of privacy.
“So he knows I am here, can you do something about it…” The pain was stronger than any person could imagine, my nerve endings were responding to too many signals coming from too many directions. When I woke up O was stretched out on a vast platform of a bed with Tara’s eyes glowing above me. Duncan was making what I hopped was coffee. There was a brown patch of skin above my right breast, his insignia. I hate being controlled, but what I hate more is not knowing about it. I had been blackmailed into doing things I am not proud of but I knew I was being manipulated! Before I could fully let the rage engulf me Tara’s soft lips were on mine, her velvet tongue stroking mine, the taste of sweet dust washing it all always and bringing into sharp focus everything around me.
“You are the only one of your calibre, the others he employees can’t even run the same versions of the virus as you do, it would kill them. He will be looking for you, using your only equivalent.”
His words were so surgical and delivered in such a matter of fact way that I got shivers down my spine.
“You know what I am talking about. That is why you are registering even a small amount of distress.” He was right, I knew, but only because it was my job to know. If I ever failed a task or was compromised in any way the Archangel took over, and that included making sure I never made a mistake again. People that knew about the Archangel thought she was my clone, but I knew better, she was my twin sister, my deranged and mentally unstable twin sister. When we got infected the virus seemed to have a side effect on here, she had a mental break down, and in a result of that her whole brain had to be rebuild to ensure that she doesn’t keep rejecting the virus. Of course some one had to pay for my sisters sanity, so I took up a position as Gods top assassin. The Archangel maintained an unstable state of mind, and therefore she remained on ice or in a controlled coma for most of the time. Because she was unable to me physically trained the way I was she has a different approach to solving problems. She is the only person that can fully control me without suffering any mental or physical damage.
“She will need days to become mobile. She will need to be briefed, and due to the delicate mater at hand it will take that extra day or two.”
“The Archangel has been awake for a good 90 hours now, her brief was successfully completed while you were at the sushi bad, and she should be with us in about seven hours or so.”
I was in deep shit. My sister could find me and have me neutralised before I even knew she was there, the heads up was good, but about 90 hours too late!
“I could update your fire walls, insert a new strain of the virus in you, you will be on more than equal ground with her.” The knife was pulsing in rhythm of the artery on his neck, and sweet dust had worn off.
“Get the fuck out of my head, both of you!”
I could not control the anger any better than a pure mind, nothing was working the way it should, I hadn’t recovered from whatever method Duncan has used to remove the seal. The sensory override had been a lot stronger than I had first thought. I felt Tara retreat, but not pull out completely. As a signal of trust she lead me into her own private space in her head. Damian didn’t move apparently the knife wasn’t working in the way I had hoped.
“I can’t get out, believe me I would love to. Your head is a bloody mess of murder, sex and irrational fear.”
“If it is any consolation he is in my head too, he can’t control the probing any more than you can control your murderous nature.”
Duncan West was much more than just the first victim of the virus; he was its father. As the leading Bioengineer in the World and its colonies he was being funded by God to do research, any research he fancied. The virus he engineered was a type of intelligent bacteria that was meant to give solders a clear state of mind and enhance their physical strength at the time of combat, and lay dormant for the rest of the time. What it wasn’t meant to do was know how to reproduce, or enhance other brain functions. Duncan got infected when he broke a petry dish during one of his experiments, and before he even know what was going on the entire compound of labs had been infected. It took a month for the virus to spread to all the colonies, but it took no more than a day for Duncan to find out what the virus really did. Within hours of getting infected Duncan had 100% use of his brain, he could almost see the bacteria turning the inside of his head into a vast machine. He started hearing voices, but soon realised – or was told - that those were the thoughts of any human being that was within a mile’s radius, he had become a cognitive. That notion didn’t last long, what he really was a database for the bacteria virus. The virus communicated by sending small electrical currants through the air to the closest human and thus passing information and exchanging enhancements. Each individual had a totally unique form of the virus, Duncan was the only one that contained all types, and everything the bacteria knew was stored in his head.
To be continued...
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Tuesday, January 10, 2006
You are most likely wondering where have I gone off to. Well the past few days I have been preparing for a very big job interview. Its for a company called Sopra, big IT consultans in France and Europe. They are looking for a Business Unit Co-Ordinator, a posh way to say Office Manager. I have been to interviews with them for hte past few days and now I am sitting about waiting to hear if I got the job. I think I impressed them but I am not too sure because its an interim contract (part time, maternity leave cover) I told them about my plans to go to Uni this year and they say I am a risk but the manager did say today he thought I was a risk worth taking! So wish me luck, I should know tomorrow, and they would most likely want me to start next week! Well I better go and tidy and make dinner! HUgs
I leave you with a picture of some of Oxfords finest architecture. The beauty of this city is trully unique and special and I am blessed to be living here.
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Friday, January 6, 2006
New Year, New Luck
Hey everyone, how are you doing? Tell me how all your Christmases and New Years went, I love to know how much fun you all had!
My holiday season went great, I spend 20 days with my mom which I miss terribly now, had too much to eat and put on a few pounds, I need to get to the gym and work myself back into shape! Plus I have a heart condition so it will be good to maintain a strong heart!! I have been doing a lot of writing on a story that I posted in November, but I am having trouble putting my ideas into world without making it long and very dull! So until I have that sorted out I wont be posting anything creative. But I promise to make up for it with pretty pictures. Hugs!
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Sunday, December 25, 2005
To all my dear friend from MyOtaku, and the ones that dont even know me, I send you warm wishes of happines, good health and great fun not just for the holidays seasons but for the whole new year to come. Enjoy these wonderful days with a light in your hearts and a smile on your faces. Laugh when you want to, cry if you need to, but only the happy tears brought by the joy of being with your loved ones! May you have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
Here are some Beautiful cards by PsychoChaosNinja, LordSeshoumaru, and the sweet Lady Yuripriss
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Sunday, December 18, 2005
Genki desu ka? Watashi wa genki desu! Sorry guys I have spend about two and a half hours revising my Japanese while on a plane yesterday! And yes I got to see my mommy, and all my family! It is really great. There is about a foot of snow that fell overnight and its damn cold but its great fun. I am going to get to go shopping but before that I have to go to the dentist tomorrow! It’s just to make sure that nothing is wrong, but all the same I don’t have to like it!
What is the bets is that my brother is just as mad about Anime as I am, so I wont miss stuff like Bleach and Blood +, and he just showed me Karas, I have seen all of 10 minutes and I am already totally hooked! It’s not only pretty but it also seems to have a substance to the story, something that is rather rare these days! Anyway I will be able to update a lot more than I thought and if the snow is as inspiring as I hope I might be able to post some poem or story, whichever comes first! I haven’t really had anything good for a little while, but I think my writers block is slowly going away now that my University application is send off and done with!
Enough ranting! Enjoy the rest of your weekend, and warmest hugs to all!
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Thursday, December 15, 2005
Off to Winter Land
PANIC! Oh yeah, how are you all? Doing well? Now lets get back to PANIC! I am flying out to see my mom this Saturday, that is a lot sooner than you guys thing, between 5 and 8 hours sooner for me seeing as how most of your are in the States! So why am I panicking? I have no presents, I have done NO shopping, I have got most of the stuff they asked for, but no presents. And to top it off I need to buy presents for my husband’s family as well, and lets count the days I have left, oh yes TODAY! I would go shopping tomorrow as well but I cant because I am having my carpets installed, yay no more cold feet!
So folks for the next 20 days or so I wont be around as much, I am hoping however to have managed to write a whole lot of fun things! I am taking my laptop with me, I would die without it! I would!!!
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Saturday, December 10, 2005
Let there be light
How are you? I am in pain, lots and lots of pain. The Christmas parties have began, and there is no end to them, I have been to 2 already this week, reason why I haven’t updated. Writing with a hangover is not one of my abilities I am afraid.
I have one of my best mates from Scotland come and visit me this weekend. He has only just come back from 3 weeks in Japan, and he is showing me pictures, and I am green with envy! I am going to be spending the whole weekend playing computer and console games and drinking sake. Thank god I am not working at he moment because it will take about a week to get over the weekend itself! Anyway enough of my plans to misbehave!
I hope you all have fun this weekend!
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Monday, December 5, 2005
I have finaly edited one of my stories enough to post it on here, I still need to warn all under 15 year olds, there is "strong language and scenes of sexual nature and violence" , if any of that would offend you do NOT read on. And the ones that do read on let me know what you think. Enjoy
PS to Bloodmire, you are a sweetheart and yes you are special and of course I love you my friend! You are also a sarcastic and cheeky chappy but hey I wouldnt have it any other way. I am counting on your honest opinion on this!
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I could feel the whiskey stinging and burning at my neck and back, the idea of how much glass was actually lodged there made me dizzy. I felt my stomach turn and the bile reaching the back of my throat. Fortunately the huge metal ashtray that came flying at me was distraction enough to stop me from throwing up. And it is a wonderful distraction technique if it was being hurled at a pure mind, but I wasn’t a pure mind, something my opponent seemed to either forget or take for granted.
A pure mind was something cherished on Earth, and unheard of along the colonies. They were tribes of people that had run into the forests and jungles when the change took place. However now was not the time of place to be thinking about such things.
I didn’t even have to look around the bar I could feel his presence, the brainwaves were erratic and the thought process illogical and scattered, moving back and forth between patterns of attack and the desire to get laid for one last time. I could have taken him down with a single thought, and yet something in me was fighting the instinct to kill. To kill a pure mind would be such a waist, they were always the ones that come up with the most radical inventions that changed the world in one way or another, the idea of the amount of neural damage the murderous thought would do send a shiver down my spine. The arm raised itself and I heard the crackle of air being turned into vapour, the groan that followed was nothing compared to the brain waves that hit me. Pain, anger, fear, all send in small packages, over and over and over again. And there it was next to me, a body, well a part of a body, the shot had evaporated most of its original form.
Being infected had more advantages than most pure minds believed, being infected on Earth was like a roller coaster, only you don’t know when the twist and turns were coming, the gravity creating a handicap that few of us new how to get accustomed to. When I was send to do this the impact of what it was going to cause me never hit home until I allowed for all thought process to flow freely, when I was asleep, when was the last time you remembered a full dream and made sense of it?
Her face flashed in front of me smiling, the violet eyes as bright as starts in the sky. How did I know what the starts looked like? The irrational pain and earning that I felt when I saw her overwhelmed me, I wanted to touch her, to hold her, why couldn’t I?
Being infected had more disadvantages that I remembered, or was it that I was told there were none, again the wrong time for thinking. A moment like this where your mind slips into some old memory lets all your guards down, anything can be dragged out of your head, or put back in it.
The room was decorated with all sorts of memorabilia of the past ages; there was a great painting on the wall portraying a round table and a great king, despair written all over his face. I recognised it as an interpretation of king Arthur right after he found out he has lost Guenevere’s love. The next thing that caught my mind was a poster of a man in an old space suit on the moon, with the words “Step” and “Human” still barely visible at the bottom of it, ages having rubbed the rest of the words and their meaning away. Big candles burned in huge recesses in the wall. In the corned there was a man, or I thought there was a man, I couldn’t focus, the image of Saline still fresh in my memory.
“Do you understand now why we need you there, what we need you to do?”
“Absolutely…” the voice felt distant, yet it was coming out of my lips, the calm didn’t make sense, “ … We cannot have pure minds taking over the colonies, the Aurora terminal was most certainly not an unfortunate accidents, we don’t make accidents, we prevent them.” The words were cold, surgically delivered, by a cruel and unforgiving female. I was back in my old skin, doing what I did best.
Blood, what felt like gallons and gallons of blood. It was everywhere, on the walls, on the furniture, on the floor. It wasn’t supposed to be there, this wasn’t supposed to have happened, not to Saline, it was meant for me. She lay there, looking at me, as if begging for forgiveness. I couldn’t find it in my heart. How could she leave me, did the 4 months we spend together mean nothing?!
“I am sorry madam but the best that we can do in this situation is to send someone to collect the body and clean up” I could have killed the voice on the other side, I didn’t need a cleaning service, I needed a detective to come and investigate my lovers death.
“Madam, I can download the scene from your flat’s memory , I have run it through all our possible scenarios and it is most certainly not a murder. Your kind do not kill your kind, you only kill yourselves. It is a well known fact.”
These things got erased by hackers on an hourly basis, each with their own personality and unique thought patterns, and I have to say a unique way of pissing you off. They were A.I s designed to speed up phone queues and abolish the hours spend on hold trying to get to any of the government organisations. The Emergency services had the Empathy class, and as the imaginative name suggests they were meant to be able to empathies with you and your problem, were it the death of your lover or the occasional disappearance of your car or engineered pet. Not meaning to be a difficult customer, but somehow I didn’t feel the empathy at all, in fact it felt more like the f*$ker was making fun of me. I send it a “present” that I carry in my head for just this kind of thing, although it was against policy in the general scheme of things, and against the law too. It proved a point however, and I had the police on my doorstep within 12 minutes, serving me with a fine for destroying public property.
“If another one of you f*$kwitts calls me madam one more time I will erase you off the face of the planet!”
“Do beg your pardon, we aren’t on a planet but I will ensure that my colleagues and I do not make the mistake of offending you in your fragile state!” As he was falling backwards hands automatically reaching for his stomach his eyes registering the pain of being kicked in the gut a tall thin woman walked next to be.
“Poor bastard has been begging for an ass kicking for some time now. I’m glad it wasn’t me who gave it to him; the repairs would have come out of my pocket. Detective Kaneshiro, pleased to meet you”
“Trinity” she smelled of dust, sweet dust, not something I was used to associating with the long arm of the law.
“Well it reads suicide, smells like it too…” the detectives voice trailed of as she fixed her gaze on the wall above the sofa, her lips parted slightly.
“I see you have a trained eye detective, most people ignore them thinking they are fakes.” Why was I so calm, why was I not hysterically screaming at her that this was not the time for antiques watching.
“I enjoy sharp objects, call it a hobby, it was the ivory that gave it away” her eyes were still fixed on the three katanas that were hanging off the wall. They were given to me by my grandfather, having skipped my mom entirely, something she never forgave him for. I received offers from rich self-indulgent bankers on an hourly basis, the numbers in those offers ran for pages.
I snapped back to reality, the images of my grandfather fading away and my left hand itching.
“If I take this case, will I get the chance to have a go with one of them for an hour or two?”
“How about a weekend, you can cut all sorts of interesting objects in two, maybe the smell of folded steal will get your brain in a good enough state to find who did this and why.”
“So you can use the remaining two and cut the bastard into cubes?”
“Sushi, it is more stylish. Would you like to get some?”
He was dead.
I had all the hardware I would need, accessing any software was going to be a doodle, the firewalls needed to brave the pure mind world were up and running and the feeling in my toes and fingers that I was doing the wrong thing had not gone away. After my conversation with the man in the memorabilia hall I was more than happy to get a new commission. I was saving to buy a bigger place so Saline and I could get a tiger, engineered animal, people say they used to be real, I doubt it, what freak of nature would create an orange cat with stripes? I pulled my attention together and locked out any thought strain that wasn’t connected to the task ahead. I also locked out the pain that I got from the thought of Saline. Why did it hurt so much thinking about her, I missed her yes, but it wasn’t like I was never going to see her again. I got up and walked to the other side of the cabin, inspected myself in the full-length mirror. The curve of my buttocks was smooth and perky, tight with running; my breasts matched the curve although they were a bit bigger. In my minds eye I saw Saline cupping them and laughing, she never believed me when I told her they were real. Something must have been wrong with the routine I had selected, I tried to block her out of my thought process, but I could still feel the violet eyes on the back of my neck, begging for forgiveness, what was there to forgive? I put on a pair f leather shorts, hip hugging, and a bra that made most men reach out without realising, put my coat on, the inside of which was like an armoury and stepped out of the private transport pod. Sun, bright and warm, I always enjoyed the first time I stepped into the sun after a long period on the orbitals.
“Where have you been?” Detective Kaneshiro was walking towards me, with two cups of steaming coffee. She handed me one of them and leaned in, sweet dust, the smell tried to awaken e memory I had just put to sleep with my routines. I tipped my coffee all over the front of her silk shirt and saw the pain that the hot liquid caused. Another sleeping thought tried to break though as I walked past her ignoring her quizzical look. She made to follow me but seemed to think the better of it. I could feel her picking up the round long canister that previously been strapped to her back off the ground and her eyes were burning holes into the back of my head, I kept walking.
“Sake, spare me the tiny glass” NeoJapan, was a part of town were paper lanterns, dragons and white make up seemed to be trendy. Vendors had set up shop on the pedestrian walkways making it difficult to ignore the smells and bright colours of whatever they were selling.
“A hardcore drinker I see, most people would end up in hospital after two sips of the stuff.”
“Its not the sake that makes them ill, it’s the filtering machines in their bellies, they think it’s a form of virus.”
“You become more and more interesting by the minute” detective Kaneshiro had suggested the little Sushi restaurant as a place to talk about what had happened in my flat just over tree hours ago. We had ordered huge sashimi cut into all sorts of shapes and sizes and of course my bottle of sake, minus the tiny glass. I had just loudly ordered my second bottle of sake, and was starting to feel the warm feeling of numbness, this was the one time I wasn’t going to flush it out of my system, numbness is just what I needed.
“So, you have avoided the subject of my girlfriends death and how you are going to deal with it. Is that your strategy, keep me in the dark just in case I am the murderer?”
Kaneshiro took out a small box, and opened it, the sweet dust smell came rushing out of it, yet no one turned around, and no sirens went off. She took a pinch and put it on her tongue, and then took a deep sip of my sake.
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Sunday, December 4, 2005
No deep spiritual or heart wrenching writing today I’m afraid. I can't find that I like and I am too far into my writers block to come up with anything good either. However I am still in a rather good mood because I went shopping! Being female I bought shoes, well I bought trainers, my old ones hurt when I go to the gym, and I finally gave in and bought new ones, cant wait to try them out tomorrow, I can actually work out without too much pain now, I am so excited. I also bought a new coat, which I needed because the old one looked like it had been attacked my dogs. My most exciting purchase however are my 7 new books! I have bought “The Making of Modern Japan” my M.B. Jansen, a highly recommended book my Oxford University for anyone who would like to study Japanese (That is the course I am doing by the way), I have “The Life and Death of Yukio Mishima” one of Japans most famous and controversial writers who committed seppuku once he completed The Sea of Fertility, a cycle of four novels. I got “Remix” by Jon Courtenay Grimwood, a science fictional writer that can be rather disturbing, “The Kabuki Theatre of Japan” as you can guess it is a book on the art of Kabuki, which I love, it is so exciting, even though I cannot understand a word! And a few other which I am not going to bore you with. So I am set up with reading for over the holidays. Which brings me to my most exciting part! I am off to Bulgaria on the 17th December to see my mom. It has been 9 months since I have seen her, and I miss her more than I can express in words. I am going to spend 20 days with my family, getting back to my roots, and being driven to the limits of sanity by my younger brother. Thank god I am married, it means I get to escape the endless match making my grandmother used to put me trough.
Well thank you for your patience with this rant, hugs to all
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Saturday, December 3, 2005
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Unable to express my feelings I search for an outlet, a path to carry me to my destination of spiritual and intellectual fulfilment. As time goes by I see that such a bath does not exist, I have to create it myself. I should depend on nothing and no one but myself, I should be strong, but only strong enough to carry myself I don’t know what my weakness is, if I did it wouldn’t be a weakness I would be able to correct it and turn it into my strength.
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