lateedge

I swear to whateverthefuck people swear to, that if there is a God, she has a HUGE interest in my life. I don't mean that in the "sign yourself in the endzone" kind of way. Instead, I think that God is myopically focused on whenever I lie. If I am trying to get out of things and I say "I don't feel so good, I think I'm going home,"

BAM

I have a 100 fever.

Anyway, I feel like a SG poser. I have a membership and I'm working on this journal thing, but I don't think I really get what's supposed to be going on. It's a bit embarassing, and if I wanted to be really interspective, probably a metaphor.

I'm looking at the smileys and realizing that I kind of look like a smiley....more elongated, sure, but same hair. Except for the monkey...the monkey has me, hands down.

shadow decieves as it dances
no fire, no heat, no danger
impotent light frames the uninteresting.

duck and move, bob and weave
I am a pale blur of motion
chaotic flails and look outs
goose chases and snipe hunts,
but to find me lead can be lead,
all alchemy leads you here.

--unfinished--

Maybe some day I'll run these things through a spell check, but until then think phonetically.

much love,

LE