being_alone burden I just want to be somewhere else. You may as well bind me to the gurney now. I want to cry tears tasted by no one but me. I want to shout exultations and curses and ecstasy for me and only me. I want to write your name in the molecules hanging before my face content in the knowledge that you will never feel it. I want to build my Xanadu on a milky plain underneath the dense blue velvet pocked by a million potential suns. I want to know why you can't say yes for once, and why I can't hear yes for once. I want to bury you in a torrent of nothings, of tomorrows stripped of their promise by your actions. I want a sandwich. 010519 ... grendel gettting blurry sometimes causes me to drink alot (like tonight) 010520 ... . . 050510 what's it to you? who go blather from