alone_i_sit perfectly_chaotic Don't misunderstand the words "I miss you." It's not the way an infant misses its mother, or the way I miss certain dead more than the others. Death, sex, misery, respect. The happy company. It's too easy to focus only on death and sex. The ironic way both seem to begin and end, like reflex, so full of life, with all its pitfalls and pains. What of misery and respect? What of miserable respect? 'Tis this perhaps a question one ought inspect? Keep a respectful distance from one another. Mothers expel their young from their wombs. The ground between us and a loved one's tomb. The ground between me and you seems rugged at best. I miss you like a stick which misses the beat. Or a drunk who misses the toilet by falling asleep. 110424 ... unhinged . i can't believe you just asked me if we could get together to 'fuck for old times sake' what about respect? indeed 110424 ... perfectly_chaotic I want to stick my thumb into the warm cheesecake like a child whose stolen the first taste of pie. I who does not care for such frivolous takes on the situation which tell me it'd be rude if I, so I sat on my thumbs 'til they were quite numb. Went and got the coffee, went and got the knife Went to the counter to cut a slice then felt dumb as I thought, "There'd be more fun in my life, if I could just lose the knife and the fork. Why, I'd take my thumb, then'd come the plunge, and afterward would come the work, a torque of the digit to dig a cheesecake smidgen from the dungeon. 110424 ... perfectly_chaotic whoops. meant to make that a new blathe. 110424 what's it to you? who go blather from