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Ok, this is a tiny bit creepy... there's a bruise on my stomach. I didn't even think it was possible to bruise one's stomach. The only thing it could possibly be from is my brother poking me. (He pokes hard. >.< Stupid black belt.) But, even then, I've never bruised from something like that before.

Must stop being paranoid. It's probably nothing. I get bruises all the time, what's one more?


Anyway. Was watching that show 'The Daily Planet' on Discovery channel this morning. I really like that show, one of the few reasons I'll actually turn on the television. It's a very eco-friendly show; today's episode spoke of electric cars, diminishing oil supplies, the effect of plastic breakdown in the oceans and movable marine wildlife preserves. Fascinating stuff. Watching the photage on turtle poachers was sad, though.

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Why is my ftp telling me it will take over an hour to upload 8 songs? Seriously! It usually only takes like 5 minutes. My internet is seriously misbehaving today.

I need to update webpages, you stupid thing!

*sighs* Music monday will be late today...

:::glass box:::

shall I place all my dreams
inside a glass box?
as they tumble and turn
and fall upon rocks

shall I place all my hope
inside a small shoe?
for there shall they rest
with nothing to do

shall I place all my trust
inside a stone jar?
like so many secrets
whispered afar

shall I place all my love
inside of you?
I thought that I would but
your heart isn't true

shall I place all my dreams
inside a glass box?
so they'll fall from my hands
and break upon rocks

::: Bruises :::

Title: Bruises
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Personal work.
Warnings: Angst, hints of abuse.
Summary: A look in the mirror.
Note: Mood writing, I don't think it's supposed to make sense. Partially true, partially fiction. I leave you to draw your own lines.


( Bruises. )