In everyday life, it seems, I am the quirkmeister. In internet terms, I am a dime a dozen. That is to say, emerging from the clutches of LJdom, venturing into the effulgence of day, feeling the sun fuck my face with its sharp fucking merciless hell-rays, viciously ripping the skin from my fivehead--is an altogether gut-wrenching, infuriating, ( Read more... )

I now wish to divulge a snippet of the misadventures that elapsed during my tragically short nap.

DREAM:

Neil Patrick Harris (Doogie Howser, MD) climbs in my bedroom window. Wordlessly, we watch a movie about French drag queens. He then attempts to seduce me.

And, [scene].

Often I can feel the subtle ways in which we infiltrate each other's brain waves. The words I'm reading, writing, typing are energy. We are intertwined so deeply that selves seem indistinguishable. I watch and listen tight-lipped. Often I wish I could chart these energies on a graph while perched in a sycamore tree. Any tree at all. ( Read more... )

I fear that if I were to share my ideal ideology with anybody, this 'anybody' would immediately proceed to point out the multitude of ways in which I violate my own philosophies. I reason that I cannot commit to an identity until I have eliminated all possible flaws, thus avoiding such excruciating humiliation (although in the face of something ( Read more... )

It has been a long time since Words have sprouted arms with which to punch me in the gut.

Although I have been reading everything, it somehow hasn't occurred to me to post or comment ( Read more... )

I think I am finally pulling myself out of my hellhole. I feared that it would be interminable, really, but that's never TRULY the case. Just as THIS won't last, and therein lies the true deep fear. I'm not so much terrified FOR myself as I am terrified OF myself. The inordinate volatility and transience of it all. Any grip that I can manage ( Read more... )

I haven't forgotten to reply to those who have asked me questions;
I should get to that tomorrow. It's been a couple of days since I've slept (Ambien should alleviate this massively heinous dilemma, as I am starting to feel batty as fuck).

Supposedly I'm not supposed to keep forgetting what the world is. What a most fascinating complex weblike contraption of interconnected interrelated intersexed transgendered McSuperSizeWhopper grease-stained babbling vagrant bubbling chickadees and unborn dissidents and stillborn blue placenta strangled sacs and sacks and Nazis and feminazis and ( Read more... )