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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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Tuesday, October 26, 2004
I am confronted, now, with defining genius. As any stance can be thus taken, no one is relevant. Or this whole thing is not entirely relevant. Genius is in understanding, defining, and changing the view of something you know nothing about by simply knowing what questions to ask. Genius is seeing the answer without even having yet learned a means by which to arrive at one. Lonely... so lonely. There are no twin souls in genius. Indeed. Genius lies in feeling probability waves enaharmonically... er... sardonically? Saturday, October 16, 2004
You're all the dream I need... I saved lives. A warzone happened its way into the area and I stopped everyone from getting hurt -- everyone but myself, that is. I cleared the train, the warehouse, and the train again, only to be taken captive by a set of eyes I have seen before. There were no words (what words express a warzone with an explosion of love...), no thoughts, only actions. In a world wrought with no language and only survival and love, I should have known it was all a dream. Wednesday, October 13, 2004
caught a train to Poughkeepsie and time stood still... treacle traced dreams lace the moonlight in her eyes she raises her breath to speak, but falls silent upon herself Monday, October 04, 2004
...the sad thing is, I think Crowley may be right... There really are no twin souls in genius. Well, maybe not sad... or at least not for me, anyway. I am quite accustomed to the fact that I am different (so different, in fact, that I have lost all desire to interact with others allegedly of my species). It's just sick that people are constantly praising my intelligence, but at every opportunity, they reject it. I don't wish to interact with such people in future. Yes, this makes things like having a job and going through daily life rather impossible, but I am prepared to suffer fools gladly... it's only been 22 years so far... why stop now?! |
faeries have died because YOU haven't been clapping hard enough.