i keep making myself occupied to ignore the true problem

this is one of those things i do.

strings are attached to my head, and i am being pulled upwards.
but something tells me to stay grounded.

the key to being unhappy.

hey boy, if you polish that diamond enough it's going to turn into a triangle again.

i want a memory i just made for myself in postcard form but that wouldn't be very pleasing to the eye.

you seem to think i'm trying to deteriorate you.
o, no no no no

it is actually the other way around
i'm trying to deteriorate myself.

no more please, you make a boy's habit seem bad.

six six six.

i don't just man the pipes, i don't just cause the wood to hit the hammers.
now i make my fingers pluck some strings too.

brothers and sisters:
in this house we lunge for each other throats
but that's okay, because today a great teacher
thanked me.
i don't think she thought we heard her, so she
thanked us again.

i've finally done something worth while.

http://community.livejournal.com/frag_plays/profile

i made a community.

book recs, anyone?

novella/short stories or novels!
i'm not very well read, so i probably haven't read what you will suggest.

i prefer plays above all mediums though.