creeping_fears stork daddy my fears are smothering and whispering. their claws are dug so deep i accept their weight rather than work to tear them out. sometimes my fears are okay though. sometimes they sing little songs, or make jokes about fat people. good times my fears are. sometimes. they treat me okay when other people are around. but when we're alone, like in the woods, or in my room which they make seem like the woods. then i don't know. although sometimes when other people are around they embarass me. jerks. either way, they've kept me from a lot of bad and good things. selfish bastards. 040209 ... notme whose theirs) 040209 ... nom on the stairs 040209 ... donna it's less about fear and more about safety, i think anyway why give them the satisfaction of ripping you a new asshole every chance they get? sometimes i would just prefer the notion that i didn't even live on the same planet 040623 what's it to you? who go blather from