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Friday, May 17, 2013
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Your Myers-Briggs Personality Type Indicator is: ISTP, the “Craftsman”
  • Introversion: 90%
  • Sensing: 55%
  • Thinking: 90%
  • Perceiving: 55%


Friday, September 02, 2011
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Dream Theater - Beneath the Surface
lyrics by John Petrucci (tentative transcription)

Is there ever really a right time?
You had led me to believe
some day you'd be there for me.
When the stars above aligned,
when you weren't so consumed.
I kept looking for the clues.
So I waited in the shadows of my heart
and still the time was never right.

Until one day I stopped caring
and began to forget why I long to be so close.
And I disappeared into the darkness.
And the darkness turned to pain,
never went away.
Until all that remained
was buried deep beneath the surface.

[A shell] of what things could've been.
Tired bones beneath the veil
of guarding secrets all too frail.
Sad to think I never knew
you were searching for the words,
for the moment to emerge.
Yet the moment never came.
You couldn't risk my fragile frame.

Until one day you stopped caring
and began to forget why you tried to be so close.
And you disappeared into the darkness.
And the darkness turned to pain
and never went away.
Until all that remained
was buried deep beneath the surface.

I would scream just to be heard
as if yelling at the stars.
I was bleeding just to feel.

You would never say a word.
Kept me reaching in the dark,
always something to conceal.

Until one day I stopped caring
and began to forget why I long to be so close.
And I disappeared into the darkness.
And the darkness turned to pain
and never went away.
Until all that remained
was buried deep beneath the surface.


Saturday, May 14, 2011
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and once again I've come to hate dreaming.

What a sneaky, deceptive way for our minds to tell us what we really want.

I don't care for it. Not one single bit.
Mind over what matters.


Friday, May 13, 2011
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My last post was a year ago.



Wednesday, May 12, 2010
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Learned a new lesson today.

When the needs of the many are indeed more important than the needs of the few. In this case, when the needs of the group are more important than the needs of the individual.

Let's just hope it's not too late.


Monday, July 27, 2009
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This was about 12 years ago, when I was 19.


Thursday, March 05, 2009
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An idiot with free time and a camera mobile


- I see the world through the eye of the Starchild -



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