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[sid] => 144291
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Cattle Prod
[time] => 2008-08-01 02:25:03
[hometext] => these are my thoughts on the period of my life that i am in. I graduated high school a month before writing this and am now forced to decide what to do with the rest of my life.
[bodytext] => Is there no way to escape reeking boredom. The aroma fills my nostrils everywhere I go. It's always the same pungent stench of routine. Sure I have my friends and my automatic stress relievers, but familiarity is an everpresent tap on the shoulder, a cattle prod starting me in the direction of freedom freedom from the brainwashing rules,rants,commandments and laws. The get in your head unless your dead media mentality.A wave of responsibility towers over me and I say escape. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 162 [topic] => 43 [informant] => calebcrain [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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