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UntoldStory85: youve got mail

In a message dated 7/13/2004 9:21:13 PM Eastern Daylight Time, UntoldStory85 writes:
For the short time you made me less than sad.I'm not sure what to say ( Read more... )

im constantly haunted by the overwhelming omnipotence of realism in stark contrast to the psuedo-potence of idealism ( Read more... )

i barely have time for myself, much less for a journal or other people.

It's the year to end all years. Many doomsday sayers prophesize this to be the end of time, or at least the beginning of ( Read more... )

six times i've changed
six times i've noticed the subtlies.
six times i've lost sight of the ambiguous him.

it's almost as if i can see it,-- coming
that turning (sometimes breaking) decision.

the greeks have a word for it, hubristhat occasionally possesses the greatest of heroes ( Read more... )

I just realized I'm horrible at video games,
i click (move) too fast and nothing ends up happening
except lose.

but they are still ever-so great,
getting lost in the anticipation,
the psychology of the next move.

videogames are like love.

i try not to get excited.
while participating in my greatest desires, there is that looming feeling that something is out of place. this can't possibly be what i wanted. i feel unfilled.

i wish i were with himonly for it to be, tinged too ( Read more... )

his simpleness, the expressiveness
you wear
your flagrant hues and melodramatic blues
oh, i do, i do! (That'll do, adieu ( Read more... )

"You have to mingle"

"I don't want to mingle"

"How do you plan on getting to know any one then?"

"Well, if I wanted to know any one here, I'd mingle, but the fact is, I don't."

And I was telling the truth, there was no one there that I wanted to mingle with (or any thing else for that matter). I'd done my share, and I was through.

and if i were to turn about?
would i see your stance, that wobbily glance?
or perhaps

two, i've always hoped two, nestled
ducks (the ones that always quack)

nay, i'd spy your abandoned histories.
kept so secret by you and me

in the days of your (yore),
where we first kissed,
touched.

and everything tinged with melancholic blue