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Most of the time it seems to be overly cooked in this room. The quietness of simple lives and time for ones self can be sickening. Pounding away on pointless software that gets us nowhere, is what I've always aspired to do. Countless hours of pointless thought, only to leave a bad taste in your coffee. The temperature is the perfect fit for that of a anorexic who likes to show their skin. I want to leave.

Most of the time I'm stirring up the ingredients of hope. Only to have to much yeast for good taste. Most of the time there is not a pan to fit all my meat. A plain taste when all is wanted in flavor. Too much salt and too little sugar. Only to throw it all away and order a pizza.

Most of the time I want to pop the balloon that surrounds the heads of incompetent people. I want to break the heels of the pumps that can't lift your esteem. Slapping out of the ungrateful, all the love that I have deposited. Stomp down the hill that I can't make it over.

Most of the time I am blank. Referring to "most of the time" to leave the blankets at home.

I was going to type up a little note about my thoughts on Katrina and all the jumble surrounding her. Instead I would recommend that you check out the lastest post by Robert.