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Myles G.
| Main blog: | Phenobarbital | | Age: | 21 | | Birthday: | February 2nd 1987 | | Gender: | Male | | Religion: | Spiritual but not religious | | Race/lineage: | Latino / Hispanic | | Location: | United States, Florida |
| Body Size: | Slender | | Height: | 5' 10" (178 cm) | | Eyes: | Dark Brown | | Hair Color: | Dark Brown | | Facial Hair: | Stubbly |
| Astrological Sign: | Aquarius (Jan 20 - Feb 18) | | Existing as: | Human | | Smoking: | No. But not bothered by it | | Liquor: | Never | | Exercise: | Occasionally | | Dislikes: | Maybe, generally any pseudo-intellectual, chauvinist, or pretense-filled moron. Perhaps, maybe nothing at all. | | Interests: | Balance, Chemistry, Debate, Duality, Jungian Psychology, Microbiology, Philosophy, Reading, Sleep, Theology |
| People/Heroes: | Lao Tzu, Yo-Yo Ma | | Books: | Tao Te Ching | | Authors: | Lao Tzu | | Bands/Artists: | Alabina/Ishtar, Dir en Grey, Enya, Era, Gackt, Kabuki, Klaha, London Philharmonic, Malice Mizer, Otep, Moi dix Mois, Radiohead, Rasputina, Yoko Kanno, Yo-Yo Ma | | Albums/CDs: | Beast of Blood, Best of Era, Ensemble Nipponia, Gardenia, Merveilles, Moon, Paint the Sky with Stars, Truly Emet | | Songs: | "2+2=5" - Radiohead, "Beast of Blood" - Malice Mizer, "Solitude" - Moi dix Mois, "Nein" - Otep | | TV Shows: | Adult Swim, Conan O'Brien, CSI, Daria, Family Guy, Futurama, MXC, The Daily Show | | Movies: | American Beauty, Earthsea, Hellsing, Ichi the Killer, Merlin, Mists of Avalon, El Laberinto del Fauno | | Games: | Castlevania Series, Chess, Fatal Frame Series, Final Fantasy Series, Morrowind, Prince of Persia Series, Shadow Hearts Series, Uno, Xenosaga | | Colors: | Silver/Gray |
Hm.
'tis what I got:
Resounding
:: clears dust off keyboard and eyes ::
I know nobody reads here anymore, yet that is not the point of this entry. This entry, in itself, serves as an accomplishment to me. As I have incessantly procrastinated writing, of any sort. I have had a block for so long, which I fully blame on myself. Yet, I'm not here to atone. I have wrote such ridiculously morbid, self-serving entries for too long. I'd like to return to my old roots, but I might assimilate that early part of myself and put forth a new writing style for myself.
Such nostalgia -- thinking back when I was 16 writing about...
Voyage
Forlorn, I am, for such cowardice I hold. It's pathetic for one to hide their own identity from themself. I've developed this thing people call "hobbies," and I also started "going out." Which, for me to say, is quite a surprising thing to say. I've started a new life in this area I moved in, and not mentioning a word of the life I lived prior. I've met remarkable people, though it ends at that.
I've come to the conclusion that I'm no more than a deserter. Which, I once smiled while admitting, now I'm dreading. I've deserted many people before and failed to see the pain in it,...
Monophilia
I think that I’ve lost the ability to wake on my own. Why does it feel that I’m unconsciously resisting? Somewhere, behind my sight, there’s Something. I have slept myself away, I’m a Nobody of who I was. I force a wake through base instincts. I won’t eat two or so hours before I go to bed; this way I have no choice, but to awake from an aching stomach.
I have begun seeing how paranoid I am, possibly unconsciously neurotic. I’m being driven by an instinctive need of being alone. I do not hold fear for others, despite my avoidance, but rather of myself. The sound of it is illogical, yet it...
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