Des Terres Brûlées Donnant Plus De Blé

[mauvaise_idee]

There is no heat so ugly that it can't be cleansed by a summer storm.  It's raining now, and I feel like I can finally exhale.  It's one of those exhales that causes you to notice that you've been holding your breath for days.

I keep writing entries, trying to explain something that I'm quite sure needs explaining.  To me, anyway.  They begin with

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iawtc

[nowheremyheaven]

I'll open an IM window, sit and think of something to say for a while, then close it because I have nothing to say. Then open it again, because I really want to talk to them, but then close it again because I am sure that they don't really want to talk to me. Then I sit and think about them and how I want to do something with them and how I probably never will because I can't talk. :/

Re: iawtc

[mauvaise_idee]

I do the exact same thing. Please talk to me.

[moonthink]

I've heard the JB is alive and well, and living in Paris.