fractal

a paperweight cleverly masquerading as a typewriter.

there's a tiny pink ghost behind your glasses

I hope you find whatever it is that seems to be missing, feeling down sucks

untie the boat and turn on the water. i'm gone, i'm gone, but it's alright.

hi!

pain lets you know you're still alive. it's one of my two reasons to keep getting out of bed every morning

no smoking?!? How? Why?

And congrats.

Now that's the stuff I wanna know . . . the quirks, the idiosyncracies of personal taste; Show me the person underneath the sexy flesh. Show me that those beautiful eyes truly have the depth the photographs suggest. Prove again that a fantastic form is absolutely nothing without an interesting person underneath it.

Please contact us for the grand re-opening

what the fuck does that mean?????

internal explosions
never known outside
the sphere of truth
dividing right and wrong
such hazy definitions
blurry reasons to believe
that they are palpable
pernicious to my pretty little world
so easily outcast
in mine, in mind
in anything to put false faith in
to believe my blind eyes
can see through
my own facade
calculated and comforting
a blanket made bare
from overuse
and to much wear

noooooooooooooooo!!!

no, FUCK YOU

YOu caNT qUiT SmOking YoU bItCh yOu aRe ThE oNe WHo maDE Me StARt AGaIn!!11one

ho-bitch

Fractal,

I am sure that you have to sift through a million lines of shit everyday. I don't want to contribute to that part of your life. I simply want to share observations with eachother...I want to see the world from your eyes on the east coast and offer you my own from the other end of the continent. Yes??

Tangent23

Sleeping bag?

Why is there no gun in her holster?

you know looking a the smoke reminds me of the clouds, you know when you look at one cloud in diffrent ways you see pictures, well in that picture i see alot of diffrent hings in the smoke, like faries and such. thats so cool

i find myself recently having danced with a bottle of absinth from the czech republic. A beautiful wormwood liquor, it should never have been banned anywhere.

Out of all the journals i look at that are long, yours is the almost the only one i read and wouldnt mide reading again. I think you should just keep it up and put all of them in a book, Im sure that people would buy it, or it would just be a good coffee table book. Later and peace.

I generally find it hard to focus on transcribed thoughts, as I tend to be a very visual individual. Yet, when I see your entries, I find that I develop a sort of tunnel vision which redirects all of my other senses to that which you have written.

On that note, I feel that a publication of your works might not be the best idea. This should only prove to spread the addiction, with which your heroin of words has so infected those of us in the evergrowing SG community, to epidemic proportions! I am always left wanting more.

Yes, there is something about falling in love with someone we don't know very well, or never will. We can make them out in our minds to be perfect, we can trace one act, or one action down a path to form a personality and fit it to our desires. We always love those we don't know the best...

Why aren't you at Burning Man? Are you, uh, burnt on it?

Beer, 40's, stupid reference to homer simpson.

wonders what brand beer...

You seem like a bud girl. I wish I had a bud girl.

ponders the relevance of what I just said

I gotta stop with that third-perspective bullshit and drink some more beer myself.

You're so inspiring I had to write two posts.... and get drunk.