apiphany Glory Box Met my first one. Careful eyes. Keep myself from loving you. I can do it, as long as I stay busy. 030614 ... . epiphany 030615 ... . spelling people spelling please 030615 ... god I talk bollocks sometimes (sometimes?) piphany, like an ifanny (yes, it is made by apple for the adult entertainment market), but less compact and portable, therefore, a piphany perhaps an underscore would have been appropriate, as in a_piphany, but it's certiainly of no lexical relation to epiphany 030623 ... Glory Box She closes her careful eyes. She lets me watch them for her. She sings so sweetly, and this is reality. So, shush, sleep, dulce mujer. I promised, and I'll come through. Close your brown eyes and leave the morning up to me. 030811 ... Glory Box I find myself far too attached from too far away. 030831 ... Glory Box leaving. you back yourself out of my life and i hope to HELL you don't think this was my idea. 030904 ... Glory Box my heart breaks, just a little. 030909 ... Glory Box I am waiting impatiently for you to call. This all seems surreal and silly, and I don't know what to think anymore. Now that the drama is no longer my own, I'm not quite sure where to put my hands. It's getting cold, and I've forgotten the small things about you. 030916 ... insensative prick ...glory box? that sounds like a dirt word. 030917 ... Glory Box you'll call tomorrow and what will i do then? everything up in the air will come crashing down and reality will assert itself, once it figures out what the fuck itself is. i contemplate spitting this into your lap, but the future holds me back because there's always maybe to fall back on. can i trace myself loving you, or is it something that suddenly happened the single second it was impossible? 030928 ... Glory Box I think of her now like she's dead, like a tragic passing, like an inflammation of my soul that burned and burned and burned me out. I think of her in colour, her tragic smile, but I think of her deep laugh and her silliness, the silliness that I inspired. How torrid is torrid, my absent, distant love? How thick does this go, how strong? Her name is Apiphany and it rolls off my tongue. Hard to differentiate between the word and the woman, but there's always revelation to fall back on. You my revelator. 031006 ... Glory Box she comes, and my world contracts. i plan madly, and i can't stop thinking over and over: i need to clean my house. 031014 ... Glory Box please, forgive me this space I've made in your name in this medium that never forgets. 031014 ... realistic optimist glory, if i could shed a tear for your yellow rose i would bleed with you. i have been touched by your words and agonizing over inevitable dashing of hopes dreams. if i thought it would comfort, i would offer you this last pint of ben and jerry's s.n.a.f.u. it is the last one in all the world, because they've discontinued my favorite flavor. i'll save you a bite. 031014 ... Glory Box does this book close? spinning centre of midnight, i hold tight because i am so afraid to let you go. come february, come... come alone. 031111 ... Glory Box night shifts settles. i wait in haste for the days that come and my own approaching arrival. i need you so purely now, so without desperate grasping. i keep you this secret and while i roll her hair in my two hands i try to keep my glass smile from cracking. memory of all this vacillating agonizing. wait both of you in your warmth and i will hold our hearts together. 031202 ... Glory Box Fini 031211 ... sweetheart of the song tra bong You've finally got it. 031211 ... Glory Box three months of angry revelations. can't even get excited anymore listening in the night of this day spent alone, wishing out some way to drug myself out of melancholy. tried to write a song about you but there's nothing left to hold to. what did i lose when i wrote this all away? 040321 what's it to you? who go blather from