throughthelookingglass
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To be honest there is nothing much about me worth knowing. I live in an island, enjoys being a photographer at times and dance like no one else business. Thats all. I can't think what to write for now so it just stays like this. Welcome to the little life of mine and lets try not to get utterly bored, shall we?

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Summer
Friday, July 18, 2014 @ 7/18/2014 01:56:00 AM

It's comforting to be back. Summer is ending. There is a special quality about summer holidays that I can't quite describe it properly without making phallic references. Long, hot, sweaty. Summer is a penis in its finest glory. Long days. Hot weather. The sun that could burn off your skin. Everlasting sweat. My forehead shines like the exoskeleton of a black beetle.

I try my best. With great hopes, it is useless without discipline. That, I lack severely. I hope to repay it with time. Summer is discovery. Or re-discovery? How can you rediscover something that you have already uncovered or perhaps you have known all along that there is no end for it is a circular path which sometimes meanders with zigzag patterns leading to a top with no beginning.

It is nice to be back. Summer consists of thinking, overthinking and underthinking. Summer is about doing, not doing, doing something, doing nothing. Summer is ending. I tried my best.
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