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a hurt born of stillness with breath held in till it hurts and a quietness that can kill when will it be so that I can hum dumb tunes and people won't mind and so what if they did when will I be able to say what's on my mind and who will listen |
| My computer crashed four times today. I got help from Tech Support and they helped me to run software to clean up the system. We got most of it, but there was one huge chunk of spyware that googled as Windows Updates. It was huge, listed on the task manager as running at over 10,000K. I didn't have the ability to get rid of it. |
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I ended up at one of those snooty malls today, by accident. I hate the snooty culture. I keep looking at the way everyone ignores each other, according to their social morays. They swallow what they are led to believe; that in order to have status, they must treat some people one way, and other people another. I think I just treat everybody the same. Maybe I'm only kidding myself. |
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Quietly hurt because nothing seems unjaded When sacred words are spoken And nothing changes Deep secret revealed - deep hurt revisited Find the person to hang a porch swing with- And chance it that you'll be happy Who are you that dared to ask, Snicketty Snak thou brave soul brandish your heart; they'll run for the hills |
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Mood: incredulous What's up?: David is feeling down. The writings seem colorless. I attempt to comfort him. Be well, David. |