Lower back pains.
Today is: Jan 7th, 2009 6:38:53 pm - Subscribe
Mood: Desperate
Inspiration: Gold Ink-ings.
So it is exceptionally cold here at my desk this morning. The boiler is struggling to meet our overbearing expectations, and so I am sitting with a space heater wrapped around my legs, and fancy magic mitts on my hands. They are purple.
Life has been somewhat fanciful as of late. With babies, and grown-ups, and this insessant cold.
It hit -1'F on the weekend. I am pretty well thinking that even Siberia would be warmer... I was reading an article today oddly enough about Chernobyl. It made me smile and think of the empty and barreness of it.
To think, that there is a place is this ever expanding world of ours that isn't sought after, and doesn't reek of overpopulation. And the only reason it escapes humanity is because it so heavily radiated.
Nature has moved on however... The grass is green, the wildlife lives happily...
Its as close to peace as this world will see...
...I hear though, you can book guided tours.
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Of Arachides and Arachnides.
Today is: Dec 30th, 2008 7:56:00 pm - Subscribe
Mood: reminiscent.
Inspiration: pale peridot flowers.
Mmm...
It has been so long.
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Poet between the covers.
Today is: Jan 25th, 2007 3:52:21 am - Subscribe
Mood: Narcissistic.
Inspiration: New Wave.
This is poetry, between my thighs.
Life and Creation, Motivation and Sweat.
Can no other feel the Poetry, but Me?
Barrier methods are mine in the taking.
Barrier Methods are mine in the Making.
A three mile barrier between, the lust of one.
And the love of another.
A mile and a half away from culmination.
Too far for me, too far for you.
To close for me, too close for you.
Destination Destiny, fulfillment Despair.
I am in a state of mild bliss, our three week hiatus of sorts, due to ooze and blues, has been removed by one hour long conversation, and the promise of escape.
The logistics of life may not all be perfect, but at minimal...
This would be a smile.
A genuine smile.
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Boobs Suck.
Today is: Jan 17th, 2007 7:24:57 am - Subscribe
Mood: Pained
Inspiration: Brick-great game.
And my back aches. I need to see a doctor. I am slowly collapsing under the strain and weight of my own breasts. Dear god, I am not a large girl by any means, and my back is killing me.
Even half of what I got would be nice.
I'm sure not many would complain, not even my dearest. Maybe then I could sleep without a disfiguring torture device clasped around me.
....People talk of comfort in their own skin,
and learning to love their bodies....
Hey, many women would kill for my body, but only I will end up the cripple.
Screw you. Screw you to all the women who want to be itty bitty with big boobs. You are fucked in the head.
On a plus note, he likes me. He sent me a cute note via paper airplane. I'll cherish it forever. Or until the pencil fades.
And even after then.
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Did you leave me?
Today is: Jan 12th, 2007 7:16:39 pm - Subscribe
Mood: Lonely.
Inspiration: Terry Gilliam
All alone?
I am the first to admit that I am relationship inept. But maybe I am not the only reason that this isn't working as 'magically' as once thought.
We need to talk, you need to spell out what you want in a relationship, and you need to hear my childish insecurities about us. I know, that we are both not ones to want to discuss these things.
But if we are just going to play phone tag, and hang out with friends, and when they aren't looking, you can steal my much sought after kisses....
Then perhaps, I can refer you to one of your previous girlfriends, they all managed to be with you for at least a year, obviously liking the lack of communication. Or maybe it's just with me that we cannot form meaningful words.
I don't want to hear
'I love you'
'I want you'
'I need you'
I don't want that.
I want, simpler things.
Phone when you say you will.
Maybe even sound excited to do something.
I love being with you, but not when it like this.
I almost miss wanting to be more than just friends, instead of being more than just friends.
Damn, why is life is irresponsible, and chaotic?
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