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A cute girl. by mojo-jojo, literature

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A cute girl.

A cute girl standing in the corner, looking away, looking away. She tries to hide the fact that she is looking away. A cute girl standing in the corner, far away, far away. She tries to hide the fact that she is far away. A cute girl standing in the corner, moving away, moving away. She tries to hide the fact that she is moving away, when she is, in reality, moving closer. A sad song playing on the radio. Music in her ears, music in her ears. She tries to hide the fact that she is hearing music in her ears. A cute girl standing in the corner, a cute girl standing still. People moving far away, a cute girl standing in the corner. Someday,

Walking past you by mojo-jojo, literature

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Walking past you

It was Monday, clouds hovering in the sky, never giving a single chance for Mr.Sun to peak through. John was bored from doing math, listening to teachers with a low frequency, slow pitched voice, and at the same time staying alive with everything that comes with it. Leaving the classroom, he found himself all alone in the center of the massive building, people walking around aimlessly, without a goal, and so did John. The compressed air became a nuisance, he hadn't eaten for a while, the clock was screaming lunch, and he was hungry. Anxious with the thoughts of sitting next to another person, he decided to flee out from the university. "Fresh

I cannot say good night by mojo-jojo, literature

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I cannot say good night

It grew out of nowhere, like a disease, like a disease. Infecting my body, deceiving my speech. Forced into being handicapped, like the old, like the old. Though I have to agree, that the similarities we feel, are extremely small. The feeling when standing in front of them, is something I hate, something I hate. Trying my best to hide myself, but it ain't that easy. She opened the door, the clock was late, good night she said, good night. I wanted to answer, but even how much I forced, the answer was my silence.

Angry pupils of a dead master. by mojo-jojo, literature

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Angry pupils of a dead master.

Everywhere, at all the places I can find, I see people. People defined by me, is walking meat. I tend to rely that my art of observation is greater than those around me, which means, basically, that they cannot see me. This is of course hypothetical, and I can't say if it works or not. Though the facts tend to favour neither of the two parties, my vote goes directly to the invisible part. I was thinking the other day if this experiment of social behaviour could adapt other forms and subjects, except the usual theme of me versus them. Almost as we were sworn enemies, though I don't think anyone would want us in their comic. Either way, I co

Die, spy, lie? Why Goodbye. by mojo-jojo, literature

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Die, spy, lie? Why Goodbye.

I was trying to read your facial expression, depression, as your general impression, was one of a negative progression. You started to look away, bouquet, you wanted to scream cliche, atleast I saw your face dismay. I wanted to calculate your equation, evasion, from my stupid invasion, at this very bad location. Take me away, make me disappear, light beer, is it water I fear, feel free to catch me dear. I guess the answer to my real life function, dysfunction, as it went malfunction, kill me slow compunction.

Only for you by mojo-jojo, literature

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Only for you

My mind have already started to dehydrate into a mass of complete dust. Clust.......................er bomb inside my scarred brain so far away from reality itself. I tried to grip my life, save it from the evil that lurks beneath the shadows under my feet. Cheat.......................er you are, not me, you took it away without telling me. Falling I am, in this hole, that stretches itself through the spaces of my mind. Blind.......................ed by the dust from my dehydrated mind. Kill me slow so I can feel the pain inside my heart, that is apart from my brain. Rain.......................ing on my shoulders, blood from the evil withi

Goodbye Mr. Anderson by mojo-jojo, literature

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Goodbye Mr. Anderson

It was raining that day. Dark clouds hovering in the sky, making it even more depressing than the usual sunny ones. My whole life has been filled with non-intelligent actions, and in general egoistic and pessimistic behaviour. This day was no exception towards the other ones. But, there is no way for another human being to understand the situation I was in that day, and therefore I decided, just a second ago, to tell you about Mr. Anderson. It all began the fifth of July, 1968. A young couple, a man and a woman, had made love for the third time under their time together. It was no different than the two other times, except this one made her

Love me. by mojo-jojo, literature

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Love me.

Mr.Stevenson sat down in the rounded sofa. It was soft but still firm enough to lift his weight, plus the extra bagage in his lap. It was a big red bag, the extra bagage so to speak. The color of the bag made the whole picture of him with the bag look very strange. Where on earth do we see men in tuxedo running around with sportbags, without raising one eybrown or two. The whole scenario made Mr.Stevenson a little anxious. Not because of the perticular way people will look at him, but because how they are looking at him at this very moment. He reached after a cigarette in the pocket of his coat, and put it in his mouth with a rapid motion. H

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Lonely.... by mojo-jojo, literature

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Lonely....

Lonely in my innerself, Always sitting here. Knock, knock, knocking on my door. Who might be standing there? Voice: I am he who wanders, all day long. He who wanders the land alone. Playing this little song. "I miss you so, oh dear one" "Miss you so much, i cannot describe" "Where can you be, hun?" "Where is your little hide?" How is it to be alone, he asked. How is it to just sit right there. To do nothing at all. Just sitting here? Me: I can survive, i really can. I am strong, geez. I am a man. I am not weak, I'm strong as hell. There is long time left, Until the church bell. Voice: I can see it in your face, In y

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Albino by mojo-jojo, visual art

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Sweden
Deviant for 21 years
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Current Residence: Home
Favourite genre of music: From classic to metal
Favourite style of art: Oekaki
Operating System: Windows XP Pro
MP3 player of choice: Foobar2000
Favourite cartoon character: Magatsu Taito
Personal Quote: "The shadow of myself, in a shadow of a screwdriver."

Favourite Movies

Garden State

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

http://www.last.fm/user/Dj_Mojo/

Favourite Writers

George Orwell, Neal Stephenson

Favourite Gaming Platform

PC, Nintendo DS, Playstation 2

Tools of the Trade

Logitech G5

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Insanity

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mojo-jojo

Oct 2, 2006

Inside the outside.

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There is a feeling inside my head. Going round and round and round. Pushing me in every direction, and I start to doubt. The choices that I have made. Are they correct or are they wrong. Do I have what it takes, or will I fall? Nervosity entering my body. I am starting to become sick. Vectors of unparallelled emotions, functions of a broken mind. I am afraid, that everything I touch, will fail. Afraid, that the things I have, will be gone. Afraid, that the dream I am living in, will disappear. Afraid, that I am no longer me.

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mojo-jojo

Aug 30, 2006

Progress dear?

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Where text once flourished, an empty space grew larger and larger. I reached my capacity after a very short duration of time. My guess is that I need to practice, while others may say that practice might restrain my usual improvement per time progression. I didn't care.

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mojo-jojo

May 11, 2006

I would say Hi, but you said the opposite.

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Decision or decision not my friend, but I have my doubts. Where answers start to grow, questions disappear. I think my eyes are blind, but only blind against the truth in you. I am not saying that I am a lier, nor am I a man of truth either. I tend to favor things beyond your imagination, things that are hard to grasp, even with a description, because words only make it harder to understand. Decision or decision not my friend, because we are finally here. You never told me your name, but I guess it won't be to hard to figure out. Marie, Maria, Madelein, I guess I never was good at reading people. Are you? Clumsy you fool with big hands, le

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parallelspaces

Jan 16, 2008

I remember you used to comment on my old account in the year 2004.. it's been 4 years since i've known you on here, can you believe it?

haha

take care

mojo-jojo

Jan 16, 2008

It is kinda hard to believe sometimes, and I find it kinda sad at the same time. Years later, but I feel like I am at the same exact spot as back then. Guess I just need to start changing things.

brokenaoshi

Nov 22, 2007

You play IIDX?! I love you!!

mojo-jojo

Nov 29, 2007

I would indeed love to state the fact that I am all cool, playing Beatmania IIDX at home, flexing my muscles to an invisble crowd of die hard fans. But as always, truth will come forward eventually. A long time ago, I sure did play Beatmania IIDX, and in my honest opinion, I was fairly good. But one day I stopped playing, and even how much I forced, I couldn't manage to pick up the pace again.

Slowly, my skills in playinf IIDX faded away, not like I wanted them to, but it still happened. Not once but twice did I try to start playing again, but it wasn't fun anymore.

I guess I should have been borned in Japan, and not Sweden after all.

brokenaoshi

Nov 30, 2007

;__; How... how awful. * clings to beatmania controller * I'll never stop... never. >__<

It's too bad you don't find it fun anymore D: I'm not very good at all, but I still like it.

mojo-jojo

Dec 2, 2007

As long as its fun, the will to continue is there to serve you. I think, when analyzing my past, that I played it to much. We are talking hours and hours per day, and getting better wasn' that hard.

I had been playing games like Stepmania and O2Jam for years, so I got the hang of it quite fast. You start to climb those hills, keeping you from getting better and better, and at the beginning it was quite fun.

I remember beating One More Lovely difficulty 9 in Happy Sky, and gosh, what a thrill. Even though it may be an easy nine, it still rocked my world.

But then I stopped getting better. At one point, it felt like I became worse. Hate myself for not being able to cope with anything, as soon as it starts to become harder.

Damn you me, damn you.

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Sep 7, 2006

Thanks for watching me. Promise to disappoint you as soon as I know you better.

A cute girl. by mojo-jojo, literature

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Goodbye Mr. Anderson by mojo-jojo, literature

Love me. by mojo-jojo, literature

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