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Wednesday, July 4, 2007
Writer's block
There is something about the past that people will always be afraid of; not knowing where one road not taken could have led..not understanding where another, taken, is bound to go. And then there is the fatal question of whether or not we should have any faith whatsoever in the age-old cliche; the past will repeat itself.

Something about the past just isn't right. It's the kind of stranger you could encounter time and time again, without fail. It is the kind of stranger who could -and probably will; come up to you and, at any given moment, pull the trigger.

When the present refuses to forsake any consolation, is the World just asking for a little bit more of you? Then again, when hasn't that damn World taken anything, and everything, by force.

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