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Originally Posted by dlavery
Feelings... Nothing more than feelings,
Trying to forget my feelings of love.
Feelings, wo-o-o-o-o feelings,
Wo-o-o-o-o, feelings again in my arms.
Feeeeeelings...
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<not an entry> This is the same song that popped into my head when I first saw the picture... does this prove that disturbed minds think alike?
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Here's my actual entry, if it's stranger than usual, blame the dilaudid (don't ask about my horrible week):
“Friends, students, engineers, lend me your gears;
I come to build robots, not to raze them... what the…?” *shuffles papers*
“Here we go… To build, or not to build: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The mistakes and screw-ups of outrageous freshman,
Or to take the arm and complete it myself,
And by doing so, actually get it done by ship date? To ship: to sleep… uh… that’s not it either…” *shuffles papers once again* “Chiaphua, Chiaphua, wherefore art thou Chiaphua, a motor by any other name would never run as sweet… uh-oh… if I have this here, what did I turn in for my English final?”