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The Places You Found Love by Tohroe, literature

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The Places You Found Love

Everyone is biologically programmed to find babies cute. It's an evolutionary imperative, because the rational thing to do when you've got a screaming, shitting dependant taking up your food, is to kill it, and we need something to stop us doing that. It's also why people are generally attracted to big eyes and smooth skin - because they're characteristics of children. And I'm not saying this to detract from the beauty of parenthood, or to make you sad, I'm saying it to point out that this fact doesn't make a baby's laugh any less wonderful. And I don't think the source of anything can make it less so. This is why I can point out that any f

The Reasons We Die by Tohroe, literature

The Shifting Nature of Reality by Tohroe, literature

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The Shifting Nature of Reality

You asked me, "In these dreams, what does it look like?" I told you it looks different every time. Sometimes it's like a million feathers falling, sometimes it's like snow, sometimes it's like little stones, sometimes like ash, sometimes like a fine sand blowing across the hills. It's always silent. It falls around me but it never touches me. It never sticks. I told you sometimes I see dim figures walking in the distance through all the falling white. I told you I wish one would turn around and come to me. I wish one had your face. I wish the pink of your cheeks and blue of your eyes would appear to me unveiled from out of the drift. But the

The Overuse of Metaphores by Tohroe, literature

The Time Gone By by Tohroe, literature

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The Time Gone By

Tick tock. All day. Every day is tick tocking by. There is no clock in your office that ticks or tocks, but you can hear the tick tock in your head. Tick. That's another second of your life gone, you think. Tock. That's one more second waiting for the man to tell you what to do. Tick. I'm a thinker, you think. Tock. Time to be a doer. Tick. You walk into your boss' office. Tock. I quit. The clock stops.

The Nuance by Tohroe, literature

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The Nuance

Play it one more time please, I need to hear it again. I need to make sure that its the only sound in my head. Play it again for me, I want to hear it once more. I want to make sure the only sound is correct. I don't want to hear that stare again. I don't want to see those words. I'll play the part again, I need to play it again. I need to make sure that every note is right. Give me a second to rehearse that part once more, I haven't been playing it right this entire time. I know it might sound right to you, but it doesn't sound right to me. I can't hear those words anymore. I never want to see that stare again. I have to keep playing. I neve

The Art of Finding Flaws by Tohroe, literature

the Millennia Later by Tohroe, literature

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the Millennia Later

Desolation has its own stark beauty. It's in the limbs of dead trees twisting up, pleading at the grey sky. It's in the air, cold with a faint hint of smoke and the barest breeze that stirs up the dust at your feet. The white-grey ash falls like snowflakes, dusting your hair, your coat, your mask. You catch one of the flakes and it crumbles between your gloved fingers. The ground is packed as hard as concrete under your boots as you turn your back on this cold, still world. You look up; the moon is barely visible. You will carry that memory with you as you go back underground. Mankind no longer has use for the stars.

The Loveless Smudges by Tohroe, literature

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The Loveless Smudges

You never spoke about it, but I know you knew your father wasn't dead because each week you would receive a check with his signature. He can write, at least. When you were younger, I always watched you, waiting by the letter box or, if you forgot to wait, you careering across the yard at first sight of the postal carrier. You would study the envelopes for the old man's blocky handwriting. If it appeared, you would tear that bastard open. You pored over the checks, especially the John Hancock. You became a student of each loop and whorl; a professor of every dot or cross. If a curve became unexpectedly thick or severe or even, god forbid, brok

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~The Madman by Khalil Gibran

Sep 7, 2012

~This is the intro to one of my favorite books, 'The Madman' by Khalil Gibran. The Madman - His Parables and Poems You ask me how I became a madman. It happened thus: One day, long before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all my masks were stolen,--the seven masks I have fashioned an worn in seven lives,--I ran maskless through the crowded streets shouting, 'Thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves.' Men and women laughed at me and some ran to their houses in fear of me. And when I reached the market place, a youth standing on a house-top cried, 'He is a madman.' I looked up to behold him; the sun kissed my

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Steel and concrete and brick and violence; that's how I was raised.

What is there to say? I'm a self important, angsty teenage pseudo-philosopher. I spend my weekends under a desk with a blanket over it, listening to Wagner, drinking whiskey and reading Dostoevsky, Nietzsche, Kafka, Wilde, Eliot...

Current Residence: The Womb
Favourite genre of music: Rock/Alternative/Classical/PUNK
MP3 player of choice: So long as it plays music, I'm fine with it,
Shell of choice: Shell service stations do relativly nice coffee. You know, for a service station that is.
Wallpaper of choice: What? Wallpaper? Do you guys REALLY want to know that? 'Cause that's a bit creepy.
Skin of choice: Well personally I'm white, not that I really have a choice.
Favourite cartoon character: Jahib the Jewish Terrorist
Personal Quote: "Why is all the 6oClock news on at the same time?"

Favourite Visual Artist

Banksy, Van Gogh

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Iron and Wine, Regina Spektor, Laura Marling... etc.

Favourite Writers

T S Elliot, Oscar Wilde

Favourite Games

Rock in ya face,

Tools of the Trade

Typewriter

Other Interests

Sometimes on rainy days I stay home and pretend to be a dinosaur.

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Tohroe

Nov 8, 2011

My Life, an Update

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I cry way too easily recently. Even over stupid things, things that don't even upset me. Like today after class my Philosophy teacher pulled me aside to have a chat about not calling people morons during debate, and acting as though their point is valid even if it clearly presents a logical fallacy, and I was just spending the whole conversation working so hard to hold back tears. I don't even know why; it's not like it's the first time I've had these conversations with various teachers. Or the other day when my mum told me to stop twitching at the dinner table  something which, I swear, I can't help  and I had to go upstairs beca

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Tohroe

Oct 27, 2011

Devious Journal Entry

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I think that there are some people, who can't just ask for help. They don't know how.

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Sep 28, 2011

Why Are You Growling Like That? You Are Not a Lion

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Well, hamster, you just keep clawing at the bars of your cage, and I'll set you free. But I'll do so in America, so it'll still be 100 years or so before you can get on a bus or use a water fountain. But it's okay! Run faster on that wheel and you might escape! (haha it's a lie but that doesn't matter; he doesn't speak English.)