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Me + Law = wrong.
One month ( Read more... ) -
The end of one is not always the beginning of another. But life goes on regardless.
Yes, it is a bit lonely, isn't it? Looking out there...only makes it even more so.
Cutting off is always hard to do.
But it's for the best.
For who?
For my pride. What else? I've never known anything different. Why should it change now?
Because it's a start.
For them? What the HELL have they ever done to deserve it?
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Christmas Crack
Babes and dudettes:
Drunk.
On a half-cup o'mulled wine.
A book on school nativity plays gone wrong made me LOL in the middle of WH Smith's. That's when I knew.
Okay, maybe not drunk. Just a leetle bit tipsy ( Read more... ) -
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A brief flash of fury that roils over into two hands slamming down on an uncaring laptop. All that comes of it is a bruised thumb, and a lack of comprehension at the action. Why is never the problem; it is the how of translation, the unthinking transmission of emotive to red-raw physical that is.
why did i do thatthatthat
It hurts.
Spattering stutters ( Read more... ) -
Can you hear me?
I miss being in love. I miss having someone to hold, to desire, to laugh and play with.
I miss having a love to leave the rest of the world out of.
I know too well the burden of being loved and unable to love in return, and have no-one to blame but myself for it.
The days fill with tales of others in love, pretty faces without a spark of strength ( Read more... ) -
I've moved.
I didn't know there was such a thing as a 'nudge' on LJ.
But mesoterica apparently does, and used it, and so here I am ( Read more... ) -
Exorcism
When it comes, it is less like a blow and more like the long-ago echoing slam of a door in unseen distance ( Read more... ) -
Break the sky, don't look back.
What the hell is wrong with me? Why can't I do anything, anything, ANYTHING right no matter what I do or how hard I try? Is it that I don't try? Is it that I'm doing shit wrong? Tell me, so I know - don't dump your bad day on me as well. I'm NOT a frickin' kickbag. And yes; yes it rankles that I cared, and got laughed at for my troubles. IT. ( Read more... ) -
Blossoms on ice are the most beautiful, perhaps because they are the most fragile.
Right foot inching closer to that one point of height, left one beginning to feel something less than steady on its heretofore smooth slide over the ice.
Still...just...that little bit...mo~re...A nudge, a tiny tot crying out as she tumbles past me, her arms windmilling like crazy - andandand a cold rush shoots up my spine, spinning my head - ( Read more... ) -
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The necessity of discipline has found me awake at 7.15 in the mornings lately - a most ungodly hour in a world of late-night geekfests and monochrome days. Not enough time! they tell me, not nearly enough time, at all.The monitor stares right back at me blankly, and all the supplications in the world will not soften its stance a jot - assignments ( Read more... )