dreamlike_androgeny werewolf my own hands and my own neck, chest, lumbar, each given brief reign. I need myself, deny myself. Exhaustion is an argumentation in new terms. The floor is messy, my sleep is sterile. I dream of the floor - making love on pained angles - inconsiderate pieces of unmarked puzzles. You've got faith in the future but you doubt each day- and so it always feels like waiting- for someone to see you in your dreams, making love to yourself, ruling the world. the earth and the sky divisions other people make of you. and in every atom of thought there's an earth and a sky to separate, or else there'd be none of this confusion, there'd be no meaning when i say you're upon me bluntly, or that juts, that pleasures, that hurts. 021003 ... Tildan I concurr 021003 ... werewolf it'd be ironic if it weren't so seemingly possible: agreement. 021003 ... Tildan no irony intended, of course :) 021006 what's it to you? who go blather from