.an answer to next thursday.
Talk about feeling rough. Youre something like a Billy Pilgrim coming unstuck from time, only you arent going anywhere. Loose like a lug nut put in place for the sake of using more screws not holding anything together; no wheels. Just rattling along as the world hurtles through time and you bump and jitter along with it. Youre clanks and...
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Talk about feeling rough. Youre something like a Billy Pilgrim coming unstuck from time, only you arent going anywhere. Loose like a lug nut put in place for the sake of using more screws not holding anything together; no wheels. Just rattling along as the world hurtles through time and you bump and jitter along with it. Youre clanks and...
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One bottled mess of incapacitation. Caffeine, alcohol Doubled over stimulation. All the wiles of the world haughtily distilled into one aching presence: the puerile phallus. The catalytic reaction removed and we could play remorse. Empty weapon.
They make me wonder whos in the drivers seat. They make me wonder, wonder where that seat is.
Some say [and by some I mean me] its a control...
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lucy:
I love the way you write, and the way you think is refreshing.
We should get together sometime and tell stories.
We should get together sometime and tell stories.
14daysaway:
Why, Madamouiselle, thank you so very much!
I would love to do that, though I must tell you, I write far better than I speak.
I would love to do that, though I must tell you, I write far better than I speak.
And still I can't change my profile data. Many curses on the ones and zeros that comprise the small field that which defines who I am to be perceived as on this indolent site. No hard feelings, I just wish it were in gainful order.
lucy:
Hooray for fellow Canadians!
I like your list of favorite films.
I like your list of favorite films.
14daysaway:
Hooray indeed!
To tell you the truth I'm a bit off film these days but I suppose some of the ones listed remain good no less. Maybe one day I'll get this profile editting problem sorted and finally be able to change the list... Or, at least, add to it.
Thanks for the comment and the add.
To tell you the truth I'm a bit off film these days but I suppose some of the ones listed remain good no less. Maybe one day I'll get this profile editting problem sorted and finally be able to change the list... Or, at least, add to it.
Thanks for the comment and the add.
A room with a center; a table with an ashtray and the furniture gathered round so that the walls are forgotten as they peer over shoulders. White chairs on white tile illuminated in sunshine make her skin glow all the more darkly, not that shes here, yet. Im sure shell be wearing white when the time comes; what little fabric might hold her modesty.
This...
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This...
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.Pornagogy.
I could produce a list of names and titles of all the books I have read. Stacks of articles line my walls. Names and ideas float about my mind in a self-ordered mess of concept and theory. My veins are lined in print.
I dont speak my true thoughts. They remain almost wholly kempt. I was accused of being cryptic once. This doesnt mean...
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I could produce a list of names and titles of all the books I have read. Stacks of articles line my walls. Names and ideas float about my mind in a self-ordered mess of concept and theory. My veins are lined in print.
I dont speak my true thoughts. They remain almost wholly kempt. I was accused of being cryptic once. This doesnt mean...
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...must be a warm place.
He came shooting heroin like the very first needle to penetrate her veins: the sweet oozing ecstacy causing blood to rise closer to the skin. Everything swelled and the room shrank away. If she could think at this moment she may just have well cried but the all too overwhelming feeling took hold like a rabid dog foming at the...
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He came shooting heroin like the very first needle to penetrate her veins: the sweet oozing ecstacy causing blood to rise closer to the skin. Everything swelled and the room shrank away. If she could think at this moment she may just have well cried but the all too overwhelming feeling took hold like a rabid dog foming at the...
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It's dark out already and I can't see the clouds from my window but I know it is clear. The stars are shining down brightly on somebody... somewhere, making them feel warm... feel.
Last night I slept for the first time in a week. Lastnight I didn't dream and when I woke up I didn't do a thing.
I like marshmallows but not the kind that fall from the sky in the dead of winter... when all I can do is dream in a state of sleeplessness: Dream of what I want, what I need, what seems to be taking forever to come... Is it atonement that is sought to redeem this season past?
Just a reminder: we closed our eyes and slept through the afternoon.
Today the weather is completely ambiguous. But, all around me there is friction: sadness, anger. It's a rising storm. I'm surprized it hasn't touched me yet. I think I'll stay here for a while ready with my raincoat and umbrella to make a dash for the car. I might have to go very...
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Today the sky is board. The clouds hint with subtle rays of anticipation and the air reeks of both failure and success. It is acrid but hopeful.
I'll play this storm at my back and use its force to drive me through... Saturday I'll enter with vitality and resolve. It's only eight more days now and the weather will clear.
These eyes will have to...
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chanel:
Finally you posted something. FINALLY. and I say that in Girs voice.
I cant get over that picture. really. its that awesome.
I cant get over that picture. really. its that awesome.