silentchild

hmmm. it's hard to say.

i want so very badly to be supportive but usually i need:

1. a character that i feel connected to, sympathetic with

if i can't have that, i'll take:

2. sparse prose peppered with a few powerful word clusters cropping up like wildflowers in a field.

and if i can't have that, i'll take:

3. action, a plot that moves like a full river, pulling me along, over, in, under.

so. what to say? these are just elements that i need. for other tastes this story fragment is perhaps just perfect. write it if you feel compelled to, because this story needs out of your head! if not, i know you have a jumble more stories, words, characters, moments up there in your glorious brain waiting to get out and be freed upon the paper or keyboard.

i think you're tops.

Thanks so much for the nice comment you left on my set!!!



Ok, I feel like an asshole now. I don't know what you are talking about happened in Asia. I am disconnected from the entire world, my cable is MIA! Whatever it is, it sounds horrible. I send all my love.

i think it's the end of the world as we know it.

blacking out is not a viable form of therapy. you already knew that. finding a good therapist is though. i can tell you this from experience, a good one is seriously worth it.

ok, and why do you tease me? here are some indicators that you're hot:

your ex wants you to call her
you might be rejoining one of your old bands
you need a job, purely so you can finish your tattoos
you list pen and paper as your 5 items that you can't live without

here is an indicator that doesn't really help me figure out if you're hot or not:

your profile pic

hmmm. let's see.

i would use my superpower on you to call your image forth, but i think i shall save it for more dire needs. also, it's much more potent when we're actually in the same city, as opposed to in this virtual reality. or perhaps if i had a digital camera, i could work some magic... *prays to santa and all his elves* on that note, i am glad you were there for santa in his time of need. it really does smart to see your woman betray you. it's always a blessing when you find someone out there that will help you get back in touch with your creativity. even if it is only a distraction, or an outlet.

It's off the "Hedwig and the Angry Inch" soundtrack.

trading cards

they don't exist in real life, but they're getting made in backwoods and underground shops in the northeastern part of the country by beautiful women atop large trucks seen on todays latest installment of this lovely website (Twwly).

your brain is a foggy winterwonderland with imaginary characters taking up vastly overrated real estate and building little bendy-walled houses on the cellular structure. the truly valuable plots of land within your cranium seem to be holding fast with too much wit and wisdom for most folks to deal with.

mmm. you and abra are too adorably similar. you should find her and give her a paper heart with your number on it.