Morose. Morass. My ass. Miasma.
There's something comforting about being treated with universal indifference; preferable I think. There's no confusion, crossed wires, or ambiguity. You're just alone, and you'll always be that way.
(Somebody ought to write a history of heretical scientists; those colourful characters ostracised by the establishment. People like Andrew Crosse, Tesla, Wilhelm Reich and his orgasm theories, and that guy who wrote 'The Secret Life of Plants'.)
Are you listening? Of course not.
I don't think I'll come here again.
There's something comforting about being treated with universal indifference; preferable I think. There's no confusion, crossed wires, or ambiguity. You're just alone, and you'll always be that way.
(Somebody ought to write a history of heretical scientists; those colourful characters ostracised by the establishment. People like Andrew Crosse, Tesla, Wilhelm Reich and his orgasm theories, and that guy who wrote 'The Secret Life of Plants'.)
Are you listening? Of course not.
I don't think I'll come here again.
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poppystrike:
Alas I believe you may have left. Hope you're ok x
poppystrike:
Sheesh. You really have left haven't you? I'm only writing this because I hope you may be secretly checking for journal comments. If you read this, I hope you had a good Christmas x