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cries force of will, choke, No, I will not let you breathe. shiny… 
5th-Mar-2004 02:18 am
dragons
cries force of will, choke,
No, I will not let you breathe.
shiny white, red. lust

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I wear out razors too quickly
Guess my hair is as stubborn as the rest.

Defiance, then thinking. Scale and scope, reverse-double-thinking. Timing? There's no time but the present.

"How could you communicate with the future? It was of its nature impossible. Either the future would resemble the present, in which case it would not listen to him: or it would be different from it, and his predicament would be meaningless."

"Perhaps a lunatic was simply a minority of one."

"But the thought of being a lunatic did not greatly trouble him: the horror was that he might also be wrong."

~1984, George Orwell
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3rd-Jan-2005 11:43 pm (UTC)
the word is actually dystopia, darling...

It's strange.

Every time I hear about worn-out razors, I think of 1984. (this isn't very often; you know how I am.) "Me? No, I've been using the same one for two weeks."
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