Readers and lurkers alike, I introduce you to L.A.'s Devil. This is the terrific creation of my ex-seatmate for the purpose of contributing to my Journal Intime #5, which I brought to school by accident. It was supposedly purple but I couldn't figure out how to make it so without messing everything up.
But isn't this just cool?
But isn't this just cool?
It's spontaneous and genuine awesomeness, what she just scribbled. Little things like these make me hate the thought of having to end the school year. I'm not leaving but I know space and time will sever whatever is existing now.
Reaching the point of that loss or breakage would most probably destroy me. I'm having such a great time with these great things, purple or not, and I don't want to start another anymore.
But that applies to every great thing in the world, I am guessing. We search for the great things in life but we will always end up losing them. Then we start searching again, reliving the whole process of what keeps us alive.
[L.A.'s Devil is an exemption. He/She/It has this aura of awesomeness, thus making him/her/it an object of immortality. I'll never lose him/her/it.]
Reaching the point of that loss or breakage would most probably destroy me. I'm having such a great time with these great things, purple or not, and I don't want to start another anymore.
But that applies to every great thing in the world, I am guessing. We search for the great things in life but we will always end up losing them. Then we start searching again, reliving the whole process of what keeps us alive.
[L.A.'s Devil is an exemption. He/She/It has this aura of awesomeness, thus making him/her/it an object of immortality. I'll never lose him/her/it.]
I'll save this typed address for the last day of school, when everybody feels obligatorily sentimental over the thought of actual finality. But until then, I'll have L.A.'s Devil, the new insignia of spontaneous and genuine awesomeness, to remind me that
We.
Should.
All.
Be.
Should.
All.
Be.
Happy.
