

stickfor every stick she lit, she loved him a little less. she watched the sparks consume the paper and the tar,stick
watched the flame as it lived and died. something inside her died as well.
she wondered if he'd notice, she wondered if he'd care
in every drag she took, she tasted him. the smoke unfurled its tendrils around and over her,
and she imagined the cold fingers around her heart in the same way: curling, grasping, holding.
only as real as imagined, but there.
she thought of every kiss,
every touch, every promise, every word. his hands on her body


shampooshe trails a finger across his hairline and blows the baby bangs away softly as she watches him sleep. the light filters in through the windows, catching suspended particles in its rays as they hover over their entwined bodies, the same way she hovers over him.shampoo
she presses her lips against his temple to smooth the crease between his eyebrows, cupping his face in her hands, fingers running lightly through his hair.
don't frown, she remembers telling him, don't frown in your sleep. she remembers his surprised laugh, but i'm asleep, so matter of fact, how should i know?
she traces the curve of his eye


brokenshe cups his hands in shaking fingers she kisses himbroken
with a desperate need that will never be desperate enough
and she TRIES:
using her actions to say what her words cannot
she speaks with her eyes she reaches out with her thoughts she holds him with arms that are already broken
and in her mind
a dozen scenarios are already playing
she knows she can never leave she knows she will never want to
&


stasisyou and i are in stasis freeze-dried for future usestasis
laid aside and put on hold
you and i we're all talk now using words to fill the spaces between
but we can't ignore the pauses we can't avoid the emptiness
you and i we're fumbling we forget how easily we once fit, before
memory: it fails me now i don't remember the reasons i stayed
you and i are suspended stuck cryongenically sustained
only, we will never be thawed out


Ramblings...She looks me over and tells me I'm cute. And she giggles in a happy-mother sort of way. I tell her, I'm not cute, I'm disturbed.Ramblings...
I'm not cute, I'm disturbed.
I fascinate myself with saving snails and
making friends with ants. I do that because I'm lonely and I need someone to be lonely with.
Sometimes, I think of a thousand different ways to kill myself. Always, I chicken out before I could even try.
I make myself believe I can see dead people. Even if I'm scared of them.
I am scared of a lot of things.
Pe


blAbbLEI don't like talking too long. I feel like I'm blabbing. Sometimes, I feel people hate me. I'm scared of things I've never seen. I'm scared of heights because I'm tall. I want to have blood-colored hair and gold on my tongue.blAbbLE
People tell me I'm crazy. I tell them I'm not.
I think t-squares are hot. I think rulers are knives in disguise.
Sometimes, i feel people hate me.
When I eat, I puke. When I puke, I eat.
Sometimes, I trace my veins with my nails. Sometimes, I feel I am blind. Sometimes, I eat powder instead o


Obsessive Compulsive DiscoThere is a little boy I know. He likes the color red, so much so that he will cut open his arms to see it shine. His birthstone is garnet, and his hair is black.Obsessive Compulsive Disco
He is afraid of airplanes. Not because he is afraid of dying,
but because he is afraid each time,
that he left his heart behind.
And that's harder to check than baggage.
Stop touching yourself.
I saw him one day, running up the stairs, his innocent hands full of money. And he
was smiling. But it wasn't because of the
money.
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Tradidit in mortem animam suam
et inter sceleratos reputatus est.
Accingite vos
sacerdotes, et plangite
ministri altaris
aspergite vos cinere.
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~ tonight i shed tears for a man no longer mine. and yet i feel no anger, no resentment. i see this as a mere misunderstanding. i thought he loved me; i must have misunderstood...
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*OoOoo.
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I'll see you on the dark side of the Moon!
Pink Floyd
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~ tonight i shed tears for a man no longer mine. and yet i feel no anger, no resentment. i see this as a mere misunderstanding. i thought he loved me; i must have misunderstood...
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[link] Counting Clouds - an exciting book!
[link] My tutorials!
If you LOVE it then suggest it to a GM - now!
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