incorect

March through the woods, then go to school.
i have taken a lover- i plucked him from a sprig of poison oak and watched him carefully. i've kept less dangerous lovers in the past, love i could easily contain, manipulate, grow within specific boundaries... lovers less apt to cause skin irritation (willow, spineless cacti, fur-laden lavender hybrids) or painful allergic reactions... very safe and mostly comfortable indoor plants, however riddled with dishonest motivation- i grow tired and less able to waste the time i am given... i find our differences so positively confusing, we're a science of adoration i would study until i die- the modern world will not understand this 1790's love that has been mostly a plague for two and a half years, but he is not shy of it. he is not shy of violent ridiculous love that makes a botanical garden of our personal lives...
I may or may not be able to sleep ever again. I should put my pants back on. I have to go to rehab.

**edit** i just got the incredible urge to hit someone with a riding crop. how weird. I mean urge. Feeling a little more depraved than usual. No sleep = Jen talking nonsense and lusting after a cute little butch. Well, actually if I could have my pick...I'd better stop now. wait. no. yes. quit it!