balancing birdmad precariously on the edge 010916 ... bijou i was sitting on a high ledge that overlooked the north city and the river. a bum walked up behind me and asked for the time. "ten seventeen," i told him. "pretty far drop," he said, peering over the wall. "i'm not scared," i said. i was lying. 011011 ... mister mourning ooo makes me wish i could fly (or plummet silently) 011011 ... yummychuckle between night and day wobble wobble I can and will fly away the seams of my youth are crooked and loose. i tilt my head listen intently somethings telling me to quit being such a baby. god im sillyilly stupid. dont even fucking comment . unless youd like to of course but its funny that you read what i say and care so much to respond in a clumsily worded threat faceless question mark 011012 ... TK is something I've yet to acomplish 011222 ... girl_jane weebles wobble but they don't fall down 020220 ... Casey Balancing on a thread of hope is all that keeps from falling into a pit of despair. 020220 ... girl_jane I'm trying to keep the rest of my world balanced to the part that you take up. Your side is heavier by far. 030320 what's it to you? who go blather from