We are all products of the system. And because of that fact, one is never right all the time. We are always on the quest to make things right, to find meaning, to destroy meaning, to feel wanted, to have 'fun'; anything to avoid the perils of this system. But we always remain attached. Moving away to the wilderness and hiding from civilization ( Read more... )

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I cannot talk to you. And I cannot ask you for help. I cannot meditate on the perils of the world with you. I cannot discuss the downfall of the system with you. I cannot expect your support. I cannot communicate with you. I cannot be understood by you. I cannot sit idle with you. I cannot hide for you. I speak of my loneliness, my need to ( Read more... )

Damn it with these strange dreams of mistaken identity...

nervous
1. Vigorous in style or feeling; spirited
2. Possessing or manifesting vigor of mind; characterized by strength in sentiment or style; forcible; spirited;
3. Excited in anticipation

Mmm... my top three definitions for nervous. G'night.

:)

"Hey Shelley. You are a great person. But hell, not that great..."
"Hey Shelley. You are a great person. But hell, not that great..."
"Hey Shelley. You are a great person. But hell, not that great..."

Never number one. Never the cheerleader. Never on the football player's arm. Never the social butterfly or Ms. Popular for short. Never in the passenger seat of a fancy car. Never receiving those open arm greetings. Never the center of attention. Never deemed successful, bright, one to watch in the future. Never so successful at the settler ( Read more... )

What is it that devalues me? What is it that makes my words less than important? What is it that makes you think your actions do not affect those around you? What is it... when your actions are your values and your values harm me; when your communion with the settler is not seen as abominable; when you feel the need to say "I'm not perfect"; ( Read more... )

what d'ja want? ja want to read me shlurring my words? ja want proof of my stuuuu-pidity? that I "fall off the bandwagon"? fuck you, man! *stumble stumble* NO! i don't getcha. not at all. psh... not at all. *falls onto field of grass* what are you so afraid of?