He recently discovered he could walk the rail road tracks quite casually, with the shinning metal the only thing pulling his demeanor forward. The grinding wheels of small trains keep the tracks clean, reflectant. Potentially, he's trying to find solid company for his own cleansing, trying to find conversationalists whom are solid in their ( Read more... )

Sometimes I get this craziness. Last night I left it on the burner and looked in the bottom of the beaker at what was left after boiling out the "zen ( Read more... )

Well,

she and I broke up.

Thusly marks my shortest relationship.
(I'm not ready to see anyone.
I love being alone too much.)

I'm sorry about the way things went...

Mm... Am I going to...

...Well should I wait... before I...?

I'm not sure if this... is what I...

...Am I capable of... connection... anymore?
...fatigue settles my weight, builds the wall...

Coffee is a joke you play on yourself.
Your breasts are down-right Freudian.
And I don't need what you think I need.

So I'z got this new gal. She's swell ( Read more... )

Yes, challenge me like no one has.
Find the roots and build the stem more
fragile
than I could concieve.

I still fucking hate that play.
I guess I'm sorry about that
because I guess you don't deserve it.

I always get excited by the notion that house geckos are defined as a weed -- thriving in even the poorest conditions. Humans are like that too, unfortunately. Then again, so are roaches... thumbs up there! Cute little timeless drifts those roaches are.

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I had a nightmare and it told me I'd always lovingly take care of you.

What's worse about your chemical leisures are that you admit readily and understand personally their role in distracting you from you. I can respect that you don't respect me. I wondered -- wasn't your lack of respect a part of the point of the game of love-for-the-enchanted? But there's a difference between enchanting ___ and taking advantage of ( Read more... )

June, Beckie, did you ever get that book?