look again..
it's toast rendered fully. In three dimensions, and time-lapsed to perfectly resemble me. but in toast form. a little soggy around the edges, me just got outa tha shower. and tired, deeply tired, for no real good reason. no dreams to keep me awake, just a gliding useless prone quality to my thinking as i find new and evermore uncomfortable ways to lay...
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it's toast rendered fully. In three dimensions, and time-lapsed to perfectly resemble me. but in toast form. a little soggy around the edges, me just got outa tha shower. and tired, deeply tired, for no real good reason. no dreams to keep me awake, just a gliding useless prone quality to my thinking as i find new and evermore uncomfortable ways to lay...
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toast
toast
arachnequarius:
mmmmmmm. toast. now where did i put those strawberry preserves? 
He admits himself into the house, as silent as the ghost of a cat. Stalking from the front door, He skirts one side of the hallway, mere inches from sliding along the length of the wall. A large bundle is crushed to His side under the pressure of His bare forearm. The cold night still clings to his skin. At every door He pauses to...
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thora:
Oh, OK, I figured your comment out after the fact. By telling you your 1st comment wasn't asinine, but humorous, I was making you feel better - acting as a doctor. So you were naturally forced into a patient role, and through extrapolation came up with a lil' paradigm for our SG matrix: us (?) docs, you (?) patients. Duh on me. Yer a smart cookie. 
thora:
I saw 12 Monkeys, but only once. I must have forgotten that line. 
The end result looked very much like a bag of cottage cheese had exploded all over my face, attaching itself to my facial hair in odd clumps. ridges of clumping along my formidable brow, my sloping criminal forehead. Well, at least i wasn't suffocating for long. And I didn't even clog the sink...
Now i'm pining away for a new life, far away, soon to...
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oubliette1:
leaving good ol' sonoma county are we? finally someone escapes...
arachnequarius:
yes, conversations are lovely, if disjointed - i am often not sure where i left off, but quite sure that i wish to keep going. i guess that is the natural dynamic of things ~ not unilke a live conversation, yes?
so, now that i have read the above more carefully, i wonder of this move. where north are you headed, sir? and if i may, for what purpose? your name is lovely btw - meaning?
as for leaving people, yes with the complications and the questions. i've moved so many times that i tend to leave and *boom* that is it ... out of site out of mind. however, that has modified in the last few years, and i try to keep up with more people. that said, i am sooo able to let people go.
however
whether i keep up with people or not, or vice versa, how they touched me remains, you know? it lingers in memory, in experience, in sense, in un/conscious ~ and for that i am grateful ~ even the hurting memories have value. i suspect you make quite an impact on people, and that they carry it with them. yesyes.
and moving as a way to ShakeYrselfUp ~ fabulousness. the pining for the new brings appreciation of the current into a crystalsharp sweetness, doesn't it? everything is sharper and more distinct which makes it oh so painfully pleasing ~ realizing that the present moment is a future memory and trying to soak in EverythingEverything in fulLEST sensory mode. mmmmmmm. delight.
ramblingrambling again.
so, now that i have read the above more carefully, i wonder of this move. where north are you headed, sir? and if i may, for what purpose? your name is lovely btw - meaning?
as for leaving people, yes with the complications and the questions. i've moved so many times that i tend to leave and *boom* that is it ... out of site out of mind. however, that has modified in the last few years, and i try to keep up with more people. that said, i am sooo able to let people go.
however
whether i keep up with people or not, or vice versa, how they touched me remains, you know? it lingers in memory, in experience, in sense, in un/conscious ~ and for that i am grateful ~ even the hurting memories have value. i suspect you make quite an impact on people, and that they carry it with them. yesyes.
and moving as a way to ShakeYrselfUp ~ fabulousness. the pining for the new brings appreciation of the current into a crystalsharp sweetness, doesn't it? everything is sharper and more distinct which makes it oh so painfully pleasing ~ realizing that the present moment is a future memory and trying to soak in EverythingEverything in fulLEST sensory mode. mmmmmmm. delight.
ramblingrambling again.
ok, so i half-wasted another day, i'm wicked mega hella broke, and I still have half of my bills to pay. I'm a terrible accountant. I'm apt to bark out unheralded unusual and unrequested advice to people who are more likely to be my better than not. I like long walks on the beach, I'm 30 min from the pacific ocean, and i've been there...
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arachnequarius:
you are a peach, and to you i return a .
sometimes it feels as though my eyes are going to burst forth in a torrent of words (and ganglia, naturally) because the rushruSHRUsh is sooo intense, thus i must keep as much paper around as possible. i also generally have a mini tape recorder, but i've gotten slack about keeping tapes around. in fact, i may have to venture out today and get some. the cool thing about tired is when you by pass cranky and hit the bliss of delirium. that i dig ~ when the partitions in the brains m
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and the thoughts are just methodological madness. *twinkly eyes*
and you could totally stand down any army of language. methinks.
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sometimes it feels as though my eyes are going to burst forth in a torrent of words (and ganglia, naturally) because the rushruSHRUsh is sooo intense, thus i must keep as much paper around as possible. i also generally have a mini tape recorder, but i've gotten slack about keeping tapes around. in fact, i may have to venture out today and get some. the cool thing about tired is when you by pass cranky and hit the bliss of delirium. that i dig ~ when the partitions in the brains m
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and the thoughts are just methodological madness. *twinkly eyes*
and you could totally stand down any army of language. methinks.
cutriver:
You can give me unheralded, unrequested and unusual advice anytime! 
Thanks for the rant - it does me good. What with sugarmama telling me to feel good about feeling good and you telling me not to get down about feeling down, it's a regular coaching culture we got going here!
I have asked at least four women out this year, but I'm not sure any of them knew what I meant.
1. Best time: maybe last night (see journals for details). Plus all the tte--ttes with Atsuko have been pretty nice, not to mention the eye-gazing and secret whispering with BL... Sigh...
2. Well it was a little warmer today, but generally dull and rainy and cold and I'm sick to fucking death of it.
3. Blue and yellow. The colours of Europe, as someone pointed out to me once.
(blue and yellow, see?)
4. I can't remember.
Thanks for the rant - it does me good. What with sugarmama telling me to feel good about feeling good and you telling me not to get down about feeling down, it's a regular coaching culture we got going here!
I have asked at least four women out this year, but I'm not sure any of them knew what I meant.
1. Best time: maybe last night (see journals for details). Plus all the tte--ttes with Atsuko have been pretty nice, not to mention the eye-gazing and secret whispering with BL... Sigh...
2. Well it was a little warmer today, but generally dull and rainy and cold and I'm sick to fucking death of it.
3. Blue and yellow. The colours of Europe, as someone pointed out to me once.
(blue and yellow, see?)
4. I can't remember.
pudding and oatmeal and sloppy joes oh my...
wonderland was never so mushy, but then my little world was never to wonderland. No Alices or Cheshire smiles for me. which is good, I think.
damnit, I;m mixing the shit out of my literary metaphors again. neat-o...
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wonderland was never so mushy, but then my little world was never to wonderland. No Alices or Cheshire smiles for me. which is good, I think.
damnit, I;m mixing the shit out of my literary metaphors again. neat-o...
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arachnequarius:
yeah yeah ~ that old excuse?
ahhhh, yes, if i could've been the first to say that i'd seen a cat without a smile, but never a smile without a cat, i could fall down the rabbit hole a happy woman.
we called him tortoise, because he taught us.
ahhhh, yes, if i could've been the first to say that i'd seen a cat without a smile, but never a smile without a cat, i could fall down the rabbit hole a happy woman.
we called him tortoise, because he taught us.
thora:
Indeed! I thought someone was looking at me rather intently. You should've come up and introduced yo'self!
mushy oatmeal brain, not attached to power, not plugged in right
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amina:
Me too, but I think it has to do with me being up way too early.
woodstock:
(In my best zombie voice) mmmm oatmeal. 
so it went and it went fairly well
I like some parts of my family, and that's pretty normal i guess, and I like fireworks, and that's pretty normal i guess, and I ate like a fat American pig, and well that's terribly normal, right, and I slept my days away, without a care, except when the bastards kept me awake at 2 in the...
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I like some parts of my family, and that's pretty normal i guess, and I like fireworks, and that's pretty normal i guess, and I ate like a fat American pig, and well that's terribly normal, right, and I slept my days away, without a care, except when the bastards kept me awake at 2 in the...
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woodstock:
Awwww, how adorable.
I hate it when I get sunburned in a funny way.
I hate it when I get sunburned in a funny way.
oubliette1:
my god you were the cutest kid ever...I'm sure you got away with everything as a child...damn you...
going out of town Again... this time for several days... gasp, could I get to like this? Yes. I think I might. Only downside,i gotta get up at the pre ass fucking crack of dawn to avoid the 5 million other people driving around this weekend. Maybe my car won't die, maybe i;ll scoot through traffic like a breeze, maybe I will have fun with...
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trixel:
now all i have to do is find my pants
*laugh* the journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step you know.
I hope you're having a wonderful time.
*laugh* the journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step you know.
I hope you're having a wonderful time.
oubliette1:
Well, i hope you found your pants of all things, because that would be a little awkward if you didn't.
it's dark in here, but that's just fine. the light's aren't really on, but I'm home, waiting.
this is not a new fashion, not a new way, not a new madness to the method of the day.
but the dark is nice, quiet and calm, easy in it's own way, and frankly, i like it better here.
this is not a new fashion, not a new way, not a new madness to the method of the day.
but the dark is nice, quiet and calm, easy in it's own way, and frankly, i like it better here.
is it bad? that i feel good, when i have no direction. When i am lost, i feel free, i can choose any direction. Is it that sense of freedom that keeps me from going anywhere? i feel selfish in this, but not. am i alone? but not. surrounded by those i choose, but why? to reinforce the illusion, or to inspire achievement?
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kay:
Thanks for the words more than you know.
what would you ask for tonight?
to feel the rain on my face.
what is the last thing you remember before sleeping?
that my stuffed cow was not in my hand.
how do you measure distance on the internet?
in person.
how do you weigh the distance of the real?
untouchable.
~cheers
what would you ask for tonight?
to feel the rain on my face.
what is the last thing you remember before sleeping?
that my stuffed cow was not in my hand.
how do you measure distance on the internet?
in person.
how do you weigh the distance of the real?
untouchable.
~cheers
kay:
Indeed. The bum is on the mend though, I can actually sort of bend over today. If there was a prescription to fill, I do not think it would cover this ill....
~cheers
~cheers
well
then I guess it was good, all things considered. No tragic loss of limb and life. no hellish suffering, no really interesting thing for moi. A woman i;ve loved since a million years ago is now engaged, and although I thought I'd feel the sudden unerring dropping of my stomach through my shorts, onto the floor and down through the floor boards. Nope, I...
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then I guess it was good, all things considered. No tragic loss of limb and life. no hellish suffering, no really interesting thing for moi. A woman i;ve loved since a million years ago is now engaged, and although I thought I'd feel the sudden unerring dropping of my stomach through my shorts, onto the floor and down through the floor boards. Nope, I...
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woodstock:
HAHAHAHA, a steam factory? That is an amusing thought. Oh and the next time you run across the midget elephants would you tell them that I think I left my liver with them the other night and I would like it back at some point. Thanks.
cutriver:
So it seems both you and klaire have been having ultra-violent dreams. I am concerned for you both...
Also I am, how shall I put this, intrigued by the usage that both you and sugarmama are making of the word 'eminent'. You are dreaming of your 'eminent death'; she is telling me that 'her time is eminent'...
I'd like to hear the story of how you got mugged by an elevator...
Thanks for your encouragement re. my recent posts/adventures... I'm rather afraid that the whispering of asides may prove to have been an unrepeatable anomaly unless I get my act together and do something about it, but I am sans phone number for the young lady concerned...
This evening, though, I was sitting in a computer room (no access to my office today) and sitting along from me was a young lady I had a bit of a crush on a few weeks back (KH, she was three crushes ago in my current crush category ) and forced myself to go up and talk to her knowing I would regret it if I didn't. She told me she was planning to go to Switzerland for five months with her boyfriend, a snowboarding instructor. Why do we bother, right? Still, at least she smiled at me...
Also I am, how shall I put this, intrigued by the usage that both you and sugarmama are making of the word 'eminent'. You are dreaming of your 'eminent death'; she is telling me that 'her time is eminent'...
I'd like to hear the story of how you got mugged by an elevator...
Thanks for your encouragement re. my recent posts/adventures... I'm rather afraid that the whispering of asides may prove to have been an unrepeatable anomaly unless I get my act together and do something about it, but I am sans phone number for the young lady concerned...
This evening, though, I was sitting in a computer room (no access to my office today) and sitting along from me was a young lady I had a bit of a crush on a few weeks back (KH, she was three crushes ago in my current crush category
) and forced myself to go up and talk to her knowing I would regret it if I didn't. She told me she was planning to go to Switzerland for five months with her boyfriend, a snowboarding instructor. Why do we bother, right? Still, at least she smiled at me...