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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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Sunday, September 28, 2003
the most unlikely sources provide welcome inpiration... "Fear only tells you where you are and what to look out for, but it doesn't tell you you have to hide in your house and lock the doors." -- Todd I am standing on the brink of destruction. opposition less is never more pull away now and cut off conversation grow weary of thinking about me grow weary of thinking of me grow weary grind down your last nerve on my insecurities nervousness anxiety stress tension build-up fight then the paths diverge I hold on to you and to us and to everything that matters to me. You could give a shit, then regret it later. You want things to change, but you don't quite know how to cut the bullshit posturing. You could, I don't know, STOP! hmm? gg_Love Saturday, September 27, 2003
Thursday, September 25, 2003
used again this time as detox central with play love used again fucked until you'd had enough wasted youth used again emotional therapist silence now is it the gift of every lover to be understood? is it the failing of every lover to understand? lightning arcs across two lovers' lips forming fractal sequences that determine the path their relationship chooses the wind, a stochastic mediator, picks up when messages are whispered that all my hear the sweet nothings shared in a moment the rain will come again soon, love, and the sky will bleed with tears to remind us of all that we have shed for eachother the wind, a stochastic finality, sends chills through memories of messages whispered as sweet nothings for only you to hear Wednesday, September 24, 2003
I've got a million other things on my mind that don't hurt me even half as much as you can and do... I've got a thousand concerns that you refuse to address... I've got a hundred memories of my broken heart... I've got a dozen reasons to cry tonight I've got one last heartstring you can nurture or nullify... do you even know how to be gentle with me? Monday, September 22, 2003
oh... and I fucking know... okay? I fucking know like I've always known... don't you ever fucking question that. the truth is you'll never know the feelings I feel you can muse about connections but the depths my heart descend are those of lonliness and isolation your world of ideals are all good and fine but you live with them now and soon, there will be no more room for me you won't love my jealousy you won't love my fears or my feelings you won't love me when you see what I need and again my fears will be validated after you told me not to worry but I have to worry because you're gone and you won't need me and you won't remember and you won't give a fuck about my feelings and you'll really be gone. Friday, September 19, 2003
losing sight of the second star to the right, my heart will never stray, my pixie is leaving, tears streaming, I only wish she would stay. Sunday, September 14, 2003
Cormamin niuve tenna' ta elea lle au' Mori anoron Faika Anoron Iire lle auta Cormamin niuve tenna' ta elea lle au' Voronwer, A'maelamin, Melamin Amin khiluva lle a' gurtha ar' thar Thursday, September 11, 2003
Wednesday, September 10, 2003
when second best isn't good enough your heart shows what is more important sorrows drowned in delicate silence, opulent tears flooding the banks of innocence and all is overdrawn chagrin(ing) fantods dance a box step on the mistakes of trusting of trying to believe of believing and there can be no beginning without the end. Tuesday, September 09, 2003
so use me like you always do I'll never say no emotional vampire sucking slowly slowly keeping me alive you are the answer to every quesiton and I am a footnote in your heart's palimpsest I've fallen sans wings to a greater depth she'll lead you on with all her false promises lies told from behind frozen, fixed eyes with all the best intentions she'll lead you on she speaks in riddles meant only, it seems, to turn you around and around making me dizzy, stumbling from the circles and she speaks in riddles Sunday, September 07, 2003
For many, negative thinking is a habit, which over time, becomes an addiction... A lot of people suffer from this disease because negative thinking is addictive to each of the Big Three -- the mind, the body, and the emotions. If one doesn't get you, the others are waiting in the wings. -- Peter McWilliams |
faeries have died because YOU haven't been clapping hard enough.