what's happened to the american dream?

so, im going back through old notebooks, so expect a few disjointed entries, and hopefully ill get through south by southwest tonight. that's my goal, since i'm putting off school work yet again. i only wrote down a few lines from watchmen when i read it in the fall, but here they are.



all we ever see of stars are their old photographs

the cogs are falling

everything is frozen. i am starting to accept that i shall never feel cold on warm again

we have labored long to build a heaven, only to find it populated with horrors

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apparently all i had to say about my own life this day was "no orientation, linear gone." for some reason those four words convey much more than their number of syllables should be expected to get across.