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[arethinn]

I'm doing this one just for the autodetect of music which I am rarely playing -

"my head, my head, goddamn my head
my head, my head, goddamn my head..."

damn it! i know i've spent a lot of time saying lately that not everyone can be right but why can't i be as special as everyone else? why am i relegated to being some lesser thing? is there some trick of karma or nature that can explain this? is someone playing some cruel trick, or am i just this way because i am?

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[wildelf.livejournal.com]

*blink* But you are as special as everyone else.

You're an individual, just like everyone else is, and this makes each of us most special... AND...

You're you. No one else can be you. No one can even approximate being you, or try to be you with any success. Do you know how special being you is? Particularly the youness that makes you you?

Being lesser means ranking, judging, comparing... it just makes it all a contest. You can justify winning as easily as losing... heck, easier *nod*

[starlightforest.livejournal.com]

what I'm getting at in that post is that every time I think I've actually convinced myself I'm any good, I lose it again. my head, my head, goddamn my head...

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[wildelf.livejournal.com]

Ah... ya just gotta dig yer nails in and hold onto it... yup, can be elusive sometimes *heh*

[amberite.livejournal.com]

it's about
breaking the dark glass over your eyes.

you've shown me how shiny you are
-- nearly knocked me over
it's not a problem of essence, it's a problem of
perception,
which is essence in disguise
and disguises essence.

it's about
breaking the dark glass
so the mirrors work right:
the world's a mirror
and your head's a mirror
and the world's in your head
and your head's in the world.

why am i so crazy?
i'm
building my own obstacle course.
forging myself, giving birth to me.

nothing is sacred to me
without sacredness imparted.
build a better language
to talk to yourself in.

[starlightforest.livejournal.com]

(the stanzas didn't come out in the notification email from lj, by the way - this is a lot cooler looking at it here)

breaking the dark glass over your eyes.

I knew I shouldn't have invested in these Peril-Sensitive Sunglasses...

build a better language to talk to yourself in.

Endless arguing over communication... what do I mean, what does anyone mean... content all lost in the "handshaking"... a field where I coexist instead of being on the other side of the fourth wall...?