digging_my_own_memories Photophobe Burning my way throgh the floor. And all at once the burning clouds return to haunt me. I'm never going to bury her. No matter how much I try, its all just replacements. I hate everyone, but I can't sustain my hatred for more than a second at a time. The birds circle nearer. Throwing rocks at them doesn't help anything; it just tires me and burns. I've got to find a better solution. 020416 ... silentbob images of digging my fingernails into my eyes and gouging them out is what arose when i read the title of this blathe 020416 ... josie in digging them i shudder 020428 ... josie to feel what though? 020428 ... josie i wish i had the energy to admit it 020428 ... mon uow singin with frog eyes did_you_call_yourself_a_shovel 050307 ... unhinged there are a few precious few i don't wish to forget i dig a hole and place them in and then i find myself wondering if you ever found yourself with your finger hovering cause sometimes i just so want to hear your_voice to caress the scars i left from digging the hole i buried you in 050307 ... jan digging_my_own_grave 051010 ... jane . 051010 ... harglaglarglar harglaglarglar 101104 what's it to you? who go blather from