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My fingers hurt more than they already did, but I had to get out of this building as quickly as possible. I wasn’t sure if there would be guards to greet me once the elevator door opened. I held tight onto the positive scenario there would be nothing to get in my way. I could…
January 5th Back in my youth, I was a nobody. I guess you could say I am still a nobody. A nobody with a moderate amount of skill and a whole lot of energy. I’m not bouncing off the walls crazy, but people have mentioned I can be overwhelming, at times. I guess this is…
I’ve done this before, meaning I’ve left my phone at work, only to not have it on the weekend. I consider it a challenge in a way. I look less on the Internet when I’m bored. I don’t mindlessly search for stupid things to buy or wish I could buy. This meant the blog entries…
There are times I write just for the sake of writing. Not making sense of the words transmitting from my brain to the fingers. This rarely happens and often times what I write is a little blip on my writing radar. I barely come back to this idea and move onto the next fleeting writing…
The conversations were getting a little stale between us. You know the ones between two people. If it had been food in the refrigerator, I would’ve identified it as bread shoved way in the back on the bottom shelf, behind everything else, because someone in the house has a problem with bread buying. The hunt…
I’m riding the wave of nostalgia for some reason and having dreams about work. Two things I shouldn’t be doing. When you find yourself transporting yourself back to your teenage years, it’s not pretty and quite pointless. I could do without both. Yet maybe because I’m nearing another high-school reunion again, this is the reason…
This should be a better place for all of us. This would be a more respectable place if we didn’t kill each other, but we don’t live in this type of city. We have never been a part of any respectable place. We should be. Boy, we should be. When the day slipped out of…
I’ve written something similar to the below before in a blog because I keep re-working my idea for a novel where the narrator writes it sort of like journal entries. It starts at the beginning of the year, Gregorian style, and ends with the end of the year, December 31st. It involves murders that need…

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