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[eliza_phelp]

Today I went and sat by the lake, watching clouds roll across its surface, feeling the sun warm the top of my head the slightest bit, and I realized that the only darkness in my life is in my own head. My mind is a darkened house, no lights on inside, and all I can do is go from room to room in the myriad of rooms. I have nothing more than a candle

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[chaucer_volante]

The lights are off but somebody is home?

No no, Phelp, I think you got it backwards.

[eliza_phelp]

No one has to wonder why you're still a virgin, Jeff.

[chaucer_volante]

You wish you could be the first to get up on this.

[eliza_phelp]

No. First times usually suck. And there's nothing to get up on.

If anyone were ever to have sex with you, Jeff, I should think it would be a porn parody. You'd look like a clown trying to accomplish something, she (or he) would constantly be telling you that size doesn't matter, only to admit, in the end, that it does.

[alias_elias]

And the more beautiful it is outside, the more unworthy you feel, and then you feel even more distant from everything because it doesn't make sense.

It sometimes helps to go outside. Of your head, I mean. But it can be hard to find the way out, if you have a lot of rooms.

[howie_lovie]

Speaking as someone with a mind like a medieval castle...the amount of rooms isn't the problem. It's the length of the halls. Rooms are sanity...the journey is what drives one insane.

[eliza_phelp]

Exactly. Thanks.

[howie_lovie]

Maybe if you stopped revelling in the desire to feel maliced, you'll find that there amany things better than bitterness and despair.

Then again, maybe you'll just die.

Think happy thoughts, hmm?

[eliza_phelp]

Like dying?

[geoff_the_great]

I'm in need of company sometime. I won't be attending classes until second semester, so I've got more than enough time to kill. If you think company would improve your spirits, don't hesitate to get in touch.