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If I seem a little distant or incoherent, it's because I am. I am not a NeuroTypical and I have no desire to become one. This is simply the area in which I stim my creative impulses. (WARNING: All entries are either ENTIRELY TRUE or ENTIRELY FALSE and anything claiming to be one of the latter is, in fact, one of the former. There are no exceptions to this rule.) comments, marriage proposals, and death threats can be sent here 
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Monday, April 21, 2003
facing my faceless demons unlocking the Chapel Perilous but anyone who knows me knows that I will always come out ahead... "Let evil swiftly befall those who have wrongly condemned us..." Sunday, April 13, 2003
"I thought i was running in circles try to find someone like myself. but I have been running from everyone since the beginning... and while running away the person I was looking for ran right into me! right now... there is a crisis in the white house. our constitution is being questioned, and our president is at risk of being impeached. this is serious a historical landmark. our kids will ask us where we were and what we were doing. I was in Love and didn't give a damn about anything else." -- Taylor Ford, 9/11/1998 ------------------------------------------------- words of Love offer little condolences when goodbye is painted (when goodbye is pained) on the wall the writing shines words like "forever, never, always" and all absolutes absolve the heart of virtue and often lead astray or to strays and the affection is nothing mere illusion I wish I could explain to you (I wish I knew) why I sit alone at night singing songs I wrote for you though the words never come out right I slave away writing to you every night and now without you I feel like a choose-your-own-adventure book with dog-eared pages and scribbles in the margins and all along, you were right and so was I so now, the science of Love (we started) is supplanted with damnfoolishness and if the science fails, maybe the damnfoolishness will work Thursday, April 10, 2003
*ring* copper wires strung out over wires and waves of sound can hold you and smear your makeup but the world is lighter where you are and my life is incomplete we will trace the ears of our lovers but hear a faded pall falling on cold pavement and if we ever met, all bets are off *click* a cold click, like a coffin closing offering you comfort (the light is shut out and you can focus on your makeup and adventures in the back car of a train) the line is empty now and your pixel proxy is in full effect alone beneath a sea of light Tuesday, April 08, 2003
my vow is to truth, not practicality and I would surely drown in the tears I kiss away from her black eyes a catafalque follows with malice in my footsteps often making as if to stumble as I stumbled and I long to kiss her neck her smooth and wingless shoulders and seven seraphic whispers gaunt ribs of poor innocence -- The guileless young scapegoat Monday, April 07, 2003
"The Matrix is the most philosophical film ever made, every step of its fast-paced plot pivoting on a philosophical conundrum. If the world as we know it is nothing more than our dream, does this make the dream real? If we had the choice to step out of our world into a more real but less pleasant one--to take the red pill--would it be a moral failure not to do so? Why do humans have a value above that of intelligent electronic mechanisms? Can the mind live without the body or the body without the mind?" if I may... Confusing levels is always prevalent when humans are confronted with these philosophical puzzles. (This is why most humans worship the finger rather than the thing at which the finger is pointing...) In the absolute sense, none of us is real. But in the relative sense that anything is real, if something kills us we will certainly die -- in this universe. Since this is the only universe we know, we would be dead, in terms of our own knowing. Does it matter how deep the rabbit-hole goes? Personally, I think the descent (down the rabbit hole) would be an absolutely destructive one. No matter how many levels or masks you peel back, there is always the possibility of another. One loses sight of the goal for the process... and gets wrapped up in it. We take ourselves way too seriously... and as for the last query... the fallacy of life lies not in the body living without the mind, or the mind without the body, but in treating them as two orthogonal entities. All is one; n'est-ce pas? Thursday, April 03, 2003
eternal thanks be to the two after Q for being there when they were exactly who I needed... right when I needed them. Wednesday, April 02, 2003
conclude no rash decisions, enter into no random friendships in my heart, a phoenix flies mind fixed in a caul of doubt idle intervals for gaunt times in my heart, a phoenix dies night covers the shadows we bear and my love is naked awaiting the moment when the windows blaze to a resolute sunrise long letters written and mailed in my head long letters never get delivered Tuesday, April 01, 2003
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faeries have died because YOU haven't been clapping hard enough.