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My name is Gage. I've often been told by people that I remind them of a Beatnik. I'm a quiet person.I am nothing but an empty shell to the passer by and to them I am un-unique and look like every other boy they see on the street.It's not what you see that is important,but what you do not see.I want to experience everything life has to offer me, and seek out what it's not. I'll be here until the bitter, sweet end.You can hear my laugh a mile away. I operate at night.I swerve to miss wild animals in the street. Alright?I live in a small town, full of fake people and amazing people. It's indian blessed, which is why it's never been touched by a tornado.We are the sum of all the people we've ever met.I'm comfortable with the fact that a tree, will out live me.Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vineyards; for our vineyards are in bloom.Love will tear us apart. I'm so torn, I've become a puzzle and those I love hold a different piece of me. Without the people I love I'm just a puzzle missing a piece.change [chaynj] v (past and past participle changed, present participle chang·ing, singular chang·es) 1. vti become or make different: to become different, or make something or somebody different. "Man! That boy has changed!" 2. vt substitute or replace something: to exchange, substitute, or replace something "We stayed in the same place, but everything around us changed." 3. vti pass from one state to another: to pass or make something pass from one state or stage to another "Boy became a Man."Once upon a time there was a crooked tree and a straight tree and they grew next to each other. Every day the straight tree would look at the crooked tree and say, "You're crooked! You've always been crooked and you'll continue to be crooked. But look at me, look at me!" Said the straight tree. "I'm tall and I'm straight."Then one day the lumberjacks came into the forest. They looked around, the manager in charge said: "Cut all the straight trees!" That crooked tree is still there to this day. Growing strong and growing strange. http://www.gagehuh.tumblr.comI'm a trap. Avoid me at all costs. Please?[LOVEMYFLASH][/LOVEMYFLASH]

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and with a sigh he said: "There is no control outside the body"

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Posted by on Sat, 27 Dec 2008 05:19:00 GMT

Gage is...

Never going back.       Forward motion.
Posted by on Sun, 28 Sep 2008 02:40:00 GMT

Funny...

How things change.   Over time   or in the blink of an eye. It can leave you feeling discontent or angry or sad. Many emotions can be taken from change. Happiness, strength, laughter even. &...
Posted by on Mon, 04 Aug 2008 02:12:00 GMT

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Uncompatible.   Nothing in common.   Destructive and Dangerous.   Ha....     But why? Doesn't make sence.   I have tried to be many things in my life.   Fourty Eigh...
Posted by on Tue, 01 Jul 2008 03:56:00 GMT

I’m Running On A Treadmill

I feel like I need to get my life together. I feel so unproductive. I get one inch closer and something happens that sends me two inches back. I'm going nowhere... I just want to go somewhere. I feel ...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Apr 2008 01:25:00 GMT

Boomerangs

The best way to write, is from the soul and through the heart and out your finger tips and into the pen, or in this case, the keyboard. Like energy through lightning, or blood through the body. Though...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Feb 2008 01:16:00 GMT

Intermission

I think it's fun being pushed down. Why? Because then you have to pick yourself back up again. It's good to be someone else for a little while too, it reminds you of who you are. I thought about givin...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Nov 2007 17:42:00 GMT

Letting go of the steering wheel and diving in.

What am I afraid of you ask? Letting go. I'm afraid I'll get attached to you. Then one day, you'll be gone forever. I'm afraid of letting go. Letting go, is probably the hardest thing in life to do. ...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Sep 2007 00:46:00 GMT