yeah, I'm experimenting a lot. I'm sorry if My recent stuff sucks. Love me.
You Have Just Been Inside a Headcases' Mind . . . How Do You Feel?


EasierIts always easier to write how much I care to say it means to go over every reaction with a fine tooth comb I read into everything When I say I read too much theres more than one reason why And saying it makes it a little more true and if I'm hurt? The unsaids help.Easier
Just a little too sentimental, I guess


Honestaranoid and tocuh-obbsessed and all so very apologetic its never seems as if no one believes it when I'm finally...finally honest And my life sometimes feels like its filled with so many massive lies I'm so very tired of lying and doubting Finally there might be a chance if only I don't fuck up or fall back into old patternsHonest


The Ringing"The Ringing"The Ringing
The pretty thoughts race from my mind The thoughts that have nothing to do with friendship and loyolaty and all those wonderfully human traits. Not, these have everything to do with self-preservation and just a bone weary tiredness sets in that slowly turns into resentment Now the ringing that these thoughts caused never stops and a helplessnss begins to surround it all


Scent"Scent"Scent
something lingers from a dream that wasn't recorded in images and words but captured in scents that cling half-remembered to my skin and sheets Today I rose with soap and bread and something to do with spices and another culture all together Finally, I have begun to cry over her
Let a bitterness set in
I've awoken with sent-memories for all the hurts of the past year
Colone and conditionors Sweat and spices
They're always so strong And they always have the power to break me wide open


Nostalgic WhirlpoolScents of the past are clinging to my hair, leaving me in a hurricane of memories, a time warp, if you will, compiled ofNostalgic Whirlpool
scent associations from days I wish it was. Raging rapids of nostalgia tear me away into the undertow of my mind where nothing is real and in that I acheieve a perfection otherwise impossible. And the bright summer and warm rainy nights with candles and leaves and gentleness, the thoughts I associate with the scent of you are a sharp contrast to thoughts associated with the scent of me, if your senses at that time were ever really sensitive
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"Draco Dormiens Nunquam titillandus "
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How are you?
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I love your Finding Aubrey series!~ I wish there was more! The ending rocked my world!
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By that time, you know, it was pretty obvious.. I had blood on me and a crowbar in my hand.. I was fixing to say 'yeah, I want to have coffee with you, son of a bitching smartass'.
great to see people like it
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My Photoblog
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You have to accept that maybe this isn't an elevator. Maybe this is a time machine. Once you've accepted that fact, you have to come to a conclusion on whether or not you are going forwards or backwards through time.
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