highresolution

awwww ... come back ....

Keep me posted, madam. If you need a guiding hand or a sympathetic shoulder or an anything else that I can provide, just say.

darling,

that flight news is fantastic (arrival am or pm?).

and did you want me to pick you up at the airport? because i wouldn't mind at all.

where the was flutter, is
now beating drums.

Z xx

just wanted to say "bye" (this is theSpotlessMind). i'm taking a break from this zoo. i enjoyed knowing you here. i wish you well. i'll miss your insight and wisdom and amazing writing, Pippa.

in paris and constantly thinking of you.

these streets call for your presence and mine, together, hand in hand, one day we could walk....

another dream involving you.

our truth is something that is already subverted because it is simply honest and i am unafraid of that.

Z xx

Seems there is no escape from that which may empower us. Does it really set us free or just destroy that which we seek to protect? I'm silly.

thought of you. i caught myself doing it. it was strange.
i thought of what you had said, about your dreams and i remember that the moment, it was nice.

odd though.

but nice.

so dont stop writing. i want to hear your words and more.

Z out

it's odd how you start thinking of people and don't notice.

i call you 'she' when i do.

i like it.

as for dreams? i didn't mean to invade your head but there is something about dreams being linked to the heart that comes to my mind.

and who could control their heart?

Z out.



and he stood awkwardly at the edge of the houses door.
dark skies, gentle rain washing away his fears.
late afternoon light devoured the surreal black morn.
she watches as he motions gestures at the houses door.
body shaken, never quite reaching the threshold.
he pulls his long torso along the tiles, until he stands
blood flows down the roughness of his face.
tears fall to the nape of her neck.
and she walks toward him
and he pulls her into the abyss, a destined play.
they climb the steps of their daytime heaven.
he sings as they descend without question,
his head in her lap.
he feels peace.
and still it rains.

[Edited on Apr 30, 2005 4:27AM]

[Edited on Apr 30, 2005 4:27AM]

depends on exactly how often you do it... in which case... maybe?

my average is about once a day. are you higher or lower than that?

"the pressure is building at the base of my spine,
if i had to sin to see her again,
then i would lie,
lie,
lie."

- puscifier

i am here and waiting. it is ok to not know, to question that which we don't understand.

i met a man who had the word Heal carved into his arm, it was scarred white and smooth but had sharp jagged edges of twisted flesh. i asked what it meant and he just smiled, shook his head and said, "Heal."

i am here and i am waiting, dreaming for you.

an extra line is tattoed across my arm, it reads;

'carve her name'

just so i don't forget.

i am here and i will wait.

Z out

cheer up *****

*hugs*

i still think yer pretty cool hehe
miss ya!

Hiya.

Where in Oz are you?

i just thought i would say hello aussie girl, i saw ur location after i posted somewhere after you so hi there

I am saddened. Don't fear, no preaching sermons, nothing like that from me. Not when I can't look in your eyes and make you understand what it is that I am saying and that my words come from that place of anguish inside myself.

i guess this could be a plea, to you from me, to me from you.

i guess, i wish, if only.

Please don't break. Please. Money serves its purpose as a tool, as trade, it is not paramount to survival. You are stronger. I know that.

Your honesty has shown that strength already, I can see that you are stronger than me.

I'll shut-up now. And sorry, I meant this to be funnier and less intense.

Z out


[Edited on Apr 18, 2005 10:54AM]

I downed a quarter bottle of whisky last night. I was gonna hurl, but then I sat down and I was good. Whisky

We should catch up soon, for a drink...........or seven.