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I stumbled across your banner last night, and have been reading through your words. I have been moved to tears on several occasions, reading words between your own that were probably never meant to be, yet somehow I found myself drawn in, compelled to read on. Thank-you. we like you and we request that you avoid crashing into brick walls. the idea of suicide reminds me of carter the unstoppable sex machine songs, such as 'lean on me i won't fall over'. and i think of the lines 'kill yourself / if you want /but i'll tell you this / only once / don't'. i think the idea is that you are of free will and thus free to do as you wish, but i advise you to stay with us. i'd miss you. -- and yes, i've had the urge to crash into brick walls, concrete embankments, etc. more common in school was the dive from the 7th or 8th floor down to the hard ground or pebbled cement below. i'm glad i always thought better of it. Time doesn't travel, people do. i'm wishing i could fly but my crumpled feathers hold me back lead weights for thighs bruises forming on my cheekbones from breaking through the shell cracking out with beak and stone a concrete wall scattered on the floor little steps and quiet breaths i could be taken in hand and carried away i could be swept along in a torrent of rain stagger and fall in the city in the night step over me i'll roll away lost in the gutter a great muddy river claws caught in the grate another trap another false step another premature heart attack going round the well i'm a faceless bird unable to fly away does the star not come with mailing instructions? i think the star's a pain in the ass. i think he's a little gnome biting at your toes. but, as always, he's willing to help in his own perverse way. see, the star doesn't actually exist--he isn't anyone, isn't anywhere. he has negated himself from existence, and now only pretends to be someone, something. he could be all of us, acting as one, unconsciously. breaking and building at will. but, as i said, he will help you. here: in your profile page, you have a link that will list diaries which list you as a favorite diary. *0 is one of them. from there you can find somethings, which is a pathetic little place without much hope or life or light or shine, but it is mine. perhaps that is where i exist, perhaps that is who i am. or at least, one of those places, one of my selves. ah, who we are changes from person to person. and i just get more pompous and frustrating with every breath. with every word, every letter typed. wishing doesn't get one anywhere, but sinking into the muck and swallowing all the coal could get one a life of something completely different. hell, the star's self importance is such that he writes this thinking your entry about him, when it could be about anyone. just remember: i am nothing, and i make no difference. i am nothing, and i do not matter. yet i persist, though why is never answered. -- ps the other way is to look at 10122003 in your guestbook can i cd you? i'm harmless really. ask p. i read you, and it feels a little like a sparrow. i'd like to musicate a bit. let me know. all the best, jenn i say you're wrong. you're wrong about how bad you think you are. i think you're at least a dozen times more wonderful than you say, and probably better than that. if i have any failing as a judge of character, it's that i tend to underestimate people. so that's good for you. love the new layout, and thanks very kindly for the shoutouts on the frontpage dear. take care of yourself. Indeed, 'tis spiffy. Wish I could help YOU feel the same... The new layout is awesome! Good work. older: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 63 64 |

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