from a compound eye

[swampwater]

a beating on my door commenced a beating of my soul, i broke apart my last remaining goodness and let the seeds and pulp sour and rotten on the floor. do you know the smell of solitary sorrow? the week old dishes in the sink, the unused, unmade bed

Comments

[nonspecific]

Stop stagnating. It's not very useful.

[swampwater]

neither is internet posting, eh?

[nonspecific]

Well, I dunno. I kinda like internet posting myself, useful or no.

Holly says she's worried about you.

from Our Lady

[minniethemoocha]

I’m always running behind the time

people should get paid..

[jdn]

i agree.

(When I get tired, this always happens)

[pharminatrix]

Some of us are astral city-slickers....

[cheeze]

knowing that you may not get this for who knows how long, or that maybe i'll see you before...

remember that you're brilliant. stop destroying yourself. i know your bitterness, but bad chemicals can be flushed. all your hate and fear only produces more hate and fear. let it go.

she said she gave you my phone number, and told you to call me. you missed my birthday. i miss you, and i'm worried about you, for what little it may mean.

i write this sitting on erik's computer on my first night in town of a weeklong stay. i hope to see you while i'm here.