what_is_it Mahayana that draws us to the boundless and the fathomless? 020704 ... sleepy* what is it about cliches that makes them keep coming true? even when you convince your self it won't apply to you? 040331 ... Death of a Rose oh, that rhymes! 040331 ... unhinged besides my intense fear of rejection that has had a serious clamp on my tongue for years that makes it okay to everyone around me to push me always into the friend box? i know it's not me not all me anyways but this question is torturing me and i know i've been really petulant and self_indulgent around here of late sorry but i'm tortured by my aloneness and for the innumberable time in my life i wish with a big clenching of my heart (shut my eyes pleasepleaseplease) that that magic nameless guy i've been imagining since i was 12 will come and sweep me off my feet and give my chronically untouched skin something to tingle about 080203 ... Lyn to be human, to spectators? In a river of resolution my vigilance shall change, forming into a vast sea of will I think it not, that we be judged, upon our conquered perceptions. But judged upon the scorn that make us blind, Causing us to regret again. We all lay beside death. Our final ascending is what we've wished, But we stay dreaming in the Great Sleep Within the un-innocents we call reality. A human must believe Our conquered existence not futile, but fair. There is no nobler a cause, than to live and then to die. These unlit paths of a future, to what is means to be human, cannot be shined upon No beacons from morning or night's light. But must be called upon To map our way across the ocean. For there is no fish nor squirrel Which questions their plight, It is up to us what we make of our existence In the commitment of life. The last of our thoughts in the end fly away on fleeting screams. 090421 ... <> Hemmingway was born on July 21, 1899 in Oak Park, Illinois. He, along with many other writers including his mentor Gertrude Stein, grew up in the post-World War 1 generation, a group that has been termed the “lost generation.” The term broadly refers to the post-World War 1 generation as a whole, though within the context of American literature it is specific to a group of writers who grew up during the war and gained their reputations in the 1920’s. His experiences and personal beliefs during this time make themselves evident throughout various themes, characters, and circumstances within his short story, “The Snows of Kilimanjaro.” 090421 ... unhinged about the nature of a doggy guy that makes it some how the woman's fault? that still the double_standard of slut exists i_could_have and i didn't and i'm still ostracized ignored for it cause honestly, it's not my fault he found me more interesting than you. and if that's the case and you are chasing after a guy that's really not all that into you, then i did you a favor. so get over it already. there are thousands of other skanky boys in this city. and yes, i did feel a faint bitchiness in my actions, but i didn't know you invited him to that party. so glare away. people don't know unless you tell them. and it's really not my fault that i'm more interesting than you. glaring in the corner doesn't work for girls. (how do i always manage to flirt with the exact absolute wrong guys at parties?) 090421 what's it to you? who go blather from