This is a journal about nothing. If I had a life I'd make it about that, but I plan on writing anyway. I was just reading through old entries and comments and it's been a trip. Kind of sad. Oh well. I should write poetry.

Livejournal is dead,
let us pray.

so now you better stop, and rebuild all your ruins, for peace and trust can win the day... depsite all your losing.

See, you need to get back to me when you have some room to talk ( Read more... )

What is it like?

He's overbored, and self-assured... Oh no! I know a dirty word.

Be obscene and not heard.

I once had my palm read by some hippie mystic. She took my hand and looked it over with a sincerity in her eyes that lead me to beleive she knew what she was talking about. When she was finished with my palm she said nothing, instead she turned the sincerity in her eyes to mine. Caught in her gaze I couldn't think of much to say but "So? What did ( Read more... )

you suffering because of me is divine.

As you know the Id will show ( Read more... )