More freethinking mind-to-text whimsy ( Read more... )

Write me. Read me ( Read more... )

I feel like I've been swindled.
Like I've allowed my eye to be caught by all the attractive and shiny things; Bewitched by illusory things. Why are some bonds so fragile?

Why can't I locate the words to describe how I feel?
Half-furious, Half-Forgiving. I really feel quite torn.
I can't finish writing this; I have no idea what to say.

Oh you little bitches.
You little bitches, with your "mornings".
What the hell kind of drug are you on- where you wake up at 8am to start your day? Fuck that. I didn't decide to wake up with the sun, don't make that choice for me. Give me starlight and street lamps.

I don't know how you can stand that huge ball of gas in the distance.
Truly.

The first time I've ever received a request by popular demand- I'm flattered, on some levels ( Read more... )

I've been buzzing around the sites. I've seen the message, I've supped on the mood ( Read more... )

I've got these words working, wiggling their way thorough my imagination and into my mindpieces. I can't look at them objectively. No. I must feel them. Each is akin to a whirlwind. A maelstrom of cold-snaps or licking fire ( Read more... )

Not to alarm you;
but my Kink is interfering with my everyday relationships. I think I am addicted to things that are socially unacceptable to the majority of the American population.
Fuck.

Pasta is delicious.
I think I like my new job, which is saying something.
Being a detective sort of rocks.

The Salvia didn't unlock any doors. Not like I had hoped ( Read more... )