kittyclean's discarded thoughts. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- gee wiz, bees knees, make a wish! i like to keep my bases covered...but it's mostly bullshit! it seems like things are getting better, always getting better, it seems right now that things are good...but it's just hope, for a future that will feel real. which works. until the trial. i mean this time, for real. i mean it. i've been fighting on a physical plane with issues more ethereal...i've been mystified by meaning and unmessed the mayhem of mental masturbation. still words cause me stress. why weild em? i guess i just wanna let you know that i've got hope, that this mine of misery of mine has yet to yeild some gold, ya know? i remember a time when coming here was sacrosanct somehow, sharing quasi-crytic secrets with the creme de la creme, cream of the crop of wild things, you gems. got me through some tough times...a tiny flame tended with remote, soft voices. and if you ever make it back here, hello, i still think of you. fondly. faultless in this vacuum of our own muse making. i got hope also that y'all as well are well, i trust... rubbing off the rust. 3:54 am - September 08, 2009 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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