ello,my name is joshua.i carry an ectoplasmic look during class,my friends call it dao-ness.it's actually called a face.if ur grades sux,then we have alot in common. school:tampenis put on diapers at 2/3/1994 wants: a miracle to happen.good grades(who am kidding)

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its one thirty five in the morning now, and before i sleep, this post is dedicated to HER. yes most of you must be wondering who this interesting female compadre is, one who has so enthralled me and gotten me up at 1.35 blogging about her. well now, interestingly enough, the identity of this captivating female is anonymous even to me. i saw her in a dream, and im pretty fucking sure this shit has never happened before. and i can swear i've never taken fag,dope or any other kinda shit that induces a high. But she is probably the most beautiful person, i have ever seen. well, second most, the first is this chick i saw at the library, but i dint get a closer look so im not so sure. digressions aside, this chick i saw in my dream is beautiful. so much so that using profanities in this post seem almost harsh enough to tarnish the perfect image i have of her.

Heres how the dream went:

The dream started with me bent over, lifting some heavy cartons, the strain on my arched back causing me to grunt. Beads of pespiration tricked playfully down my temples and sides, i wiped them away with my rough chapped hands,realising how weather beaten i was. All this took place alongside what appeared to be the stony pavements beside a huge canal in paris(or so it seemed),the kind often connected by those arched stone bridges which somehow or rather brings about a medieval feeling. The streets were illuminated by the streets lamps casting a warm glow of yellow, which surprisingly lacked the eerie effect.

The next thing i know, i am standing in a stony labyrinth of some kind. Im walking along the corrider of those echoey stone walls, lighted by oil lamps. Take note nothing in this dream feels eerie or scary in anyway,its not a freaking nightmare. Im still carrying a carton, although im not sure where to. i walk and theres a room on my right. As i walk past it, thats when i saw her, and in that glorious fleeting moment, i swear time slowed down, exactly like those dramatic moments in the movies when, a soldier of war watches while his partner gets torn apart by shrapnel, or when the matrix dodges a bullet.

Golden-brown hair,slightly permed at the ends fell past her slender shoulders.
She had the finest complexion and the damnest figure.
Her almond eyes,with a glitter of enigma drew me right in, inescapably.
Her lips had the distinct shade of light vermillion, full and pouty.
The shape of her face was perfect in very single way,
as though the greek gods held a conference to chisel the perfect face. and she was the result.
god, she was beautiful.

slowly, the corners of her mouth curved upwards to form sublime and alluring smile. the smile that would put all the evils of pandoras box back inside and make you feel, for that one moment, transcendental. As quickly as it came, that perfect moment disappeared.

My fucking phone rang, and song DJ got us falling in love again dragged me back to the painful chasm of reality. my eyes opened and i sat upright, afraid that i'd probably never see that phantasmal entity again. yes, entity because its beauty exceeds humanity's grasp. When you know you are in a dream but you dont want to wake up, and reality forcefully calls for you,leaving u and your emotions behind. yeah that sucks. never have i remebered a dream so vividly before. meh. fucking phone. LISTEN TO NELLY_ JUST A DREAM because thats exactly how i feel, no more no less.

"Be glad of life because it gives you the chance to love,
to work,
to play,
to look up at the stars,
and to dream."

goodnight peeps, sweet dreams.