The Risk of Transplantation
anonymous
June 26 2006, 22:01:03 UTC
i used to think i was just a country girl playing in a city girl's clothing, and that one day someone would figure me out and turn me in and send me back Where I Belong. but as i drove into the country this time i wondered how many faces do i have to see before i can see one that looks like something more than another branch of a neatly pruned family tree?
i am a transplant, and as such i will always have the heartwood of a country girl but i have lasted long enough to grow a critical mass of city years, marked by growth rings singnifying my survival by transplantation. i have roots that feed me the life of a city girl it is not something i put on, not something i can take off.
i tear of fear of being discovered like a bandaid, expecting the self inflicted wounds of insecurity to have vanished and instead i find the gaping hole that is all that remains of Where I Belong.
The Risk of TransplantationbutchnotesJune 26 2006, 22:01:28 UTC
i used to think i was just a country girl playing in a city girl's clothing, and that one day someone would figure me out and turn me in and send me back Where I Belong. but as i drove into the country this time i wondered how many faces do i have to see before i can see one that looks like something more than another branch of a neatly pruned family tree?
i am a transplant, and as such i will always have the heartwood of a country girl but i have lasted long enough to grow a critical mass of city years, marked by growth rings singnifying my survival by transplantation. i have roots that feed me the life of a city girl it is not something i put on, not something i can take off.
i tear of fear of being discovered like a bandaid, expecting the self inflicted wounds of insecurity to have vanished and instead i find the gaping hole that is all that remains of Where I Belong.
at their best, there is gentleness in Humanity. some understanding and, at times, acts of courage but all in all it is a mass, a glob that doesn't have too much. it is like a large animal deep in sleep and almost nothing can awaken it. when activated it's best at brutality, selfishness, unjust judgments, murder.
what can we do with it, this Humanity?
nothing.
avoid the thing as much as possible. treat it as you would anything poisonous, vicious and mindless. but be careful. it has enacted laws to protect itself from you. it can kill you without cause. and to escape it you must be subtle. few escape.
it's up to you to figure a plan.
I have met nobody who has escaped.
I have met some of the great and famous but they have not escaped for they are only great and famous within Humanity.
I have not escaped but I have not failed in trying again and again.
Re: i stumbled across your journal....kissedbysadnessJuly 5 2006, 14:52:42 UTC
i searched high and low for any place where i mentioned 11:11 and then it dawned on me, myspace. yeah that was a bit wild when i glanced at your interests on myspace and saw the 11:11 as well. mjabe it's just that we are both eclectic aries who love theater, (i was a theater major in college) or, that we are just freaks?!??
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but as i drove into the country this time i wondered
how many faces do i have to see before i can see
one that looks like something more than another branch
of a neatly pruned family tree?
i am a transplant, and as such i will always have the heartwood of a country girl
but i have lasted long enough to grow a critical mass of city years,
marked by growth rings singnifying my survival by transplantation.
i have roots that feed me the life of a city girl
it is not something i put on, not something i can take off.
i tear of fear of being discovered like a bandaid,
expecting the self inflicted wounds of insecurity to have vanished
and instead i find the gaping hole that is all that remains of Where I Belong.
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but as i drove into the country this time i wondered
how many faces do i have to see before i can see
one that looks like something more than another branch
of a neatly pruned family tree?
i am a transplant, and as such i will always have the heartwood of a country girl
but i have lasted long enough to grow a critical mass of city years,
marked by growth rings singnifying my survival by transplantation.
i have roots that feed me the life of a city girl
it is not something i put on, not something i can take off.
i tear of fear of being discovered like a bandaid,
expecting the self inflicted wounds of insecurity to have vanished
and instead i find the gaping hole that is all that remains of Where I Belong.
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at their best, there is gentleness in Humanity.
some understanding and, at times, acts of
courage
but all in all it is a mass, a glob that doesn't
have too much.
it is like a large animal deep in sleep and
almost nothing can awaken it.
when activated it's best at brutality,
selfishness, unjust judgments, murder.
what can we do with it, this Humanity?
nothing.
avoid the thing as much as possible.
treat it as you would anything poisonous, vicious
and mindless.
but be careful. it has enacted laws to protect
itself from you.
it can kill you without cause.
and to escape it you must be subtle.
few escape.
it's up to you to figure a plan.
I have met nobody who has escaped.
I have met some of the great and
famous but they have not escaped
for they are only great and famous within
Humanity.
I have not escaped
but I have not failed in trying again and
again.
before my death I hope to obtain my
life.
from blank gun silencer - 1994
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The FBI comes and finds three survivors.
How is this possible?
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This might sound trippy but...i feel like I know you.
11:11 [?]
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