found amy never been found 991016 ... kat sounds like you wish you had been found one of those days or dark nights sitting, reading, listening, watching, waiting searching for that connection wanting so desperately to be discovered sounds also like there's some pride mingled in after all we're all so sure that we're so alone because of our infinite complex unknowable soul 991111 ... gaudior only when we are found can we be profound. 000115 ... Mlle Avril I found this site because I was searching for an online vendor of the classic punk t-shirt that says "Fuck you, you fucking fuck" to buy as a Christmas gift for my boss. The first few search results were for porn sites, of course, and then there was a result I could hardly decipher... I clicked on it and was taken directly to the fuck page. And now I'm hooked, Goddamnit. Thanks a lot. 001223 ... unhinged so...i've been thinking lately. thinking that i've let one potentially great person slip away and came too early to another. people are only supposed to have one great person in their lives. but i can only find the greatness when they are gone. they were lost when i found them. i don't know what to say about that. 010620 ... Sondra i've found myself 011007 ... Casey I found my notebook today, I;m so happy now. 011007 ... Original Nuttah I want to be found by who I meet. I want to find someone special. I want to find that freedom and happiness are not a dichotomy. I want to find direction. 011014 ... ClairE *taps kerry on shoulder* 020103 ... mr.decker NOTHING (i.e. everyting), yeah, i know I'...... 030619 ... endless desire She can only be found if she were at one point lost. Would that not make a person grateful for the initial losing? I am grateful for endless circles. 030818 ... Substance the pound/dollar at the back of the sofa, a cigarette when you run out, 040331 ... Substance do you find death, or does death find you? 040331 ... headover Here it is! 041015 ... reue i found it, i knew i hadn't lost it forever. i was finally cleaning up some. found it there, hiding beneath the matress of my impromptu bed in the corner of my room. my pendant, a gift from another life. one of my post prized possesions. - i flipped it over in my hand and realized. its shinier than it used to be, but it's meaning has dulled and greyed. all the thoughts and emotions that came with viewing this material object has seeped out the cracks. is this a new step forward? or am i afraid its a step back? ... it still pleases me to remember to remember what it was like i don't feel that its important anymore though i think i'm going to put it back under my matress maybe someday i'll find it again and remember maybe at my next life's step. 050120 ... kate your never found and your never lost but your always searching. 050328 ... her royal highness the quirk i found a paper full of quotes from the last beach trip, written on the back of the directions to her condo. when we were laughing over the bathrooms in the movie theater. when we couldnt keep our hands off each other. when you still wanted me and only me forever. when we were still in love. i guess i should use past tense on that last one. i dont know if there is any love left on your end. i don't know how you feel about me. i don't know anything any more. i dont think you do either. i need to stop finding things 050329 ... Lille Merksnodig Find me..? 050526 ... on the road Last night I dreamt that I had found the answer to everything (and it wasn't 42). Although I know I won't find what I'm looking for on blather, but I still can't help looking for it here. So some girl had blathed it in a single line. I read it and it clicked. I wanted to see what else she had said. She had a total of just about seven or eight blathes, but all of them really intense. I got lost in them. Then I realised that I couldn't remember the first one that had been the answer for me. So I started looking frantically. It was hard to find. I found it. Then I went back to reading the rest of her blathes, and I forgot again. I looked for it again. And it happened over and over. I forgot it again, and now I have no way to find it 050526 ... Lemon_Soda Sometimes I wonder if we want to be found by someone, read by someone, and cherished. Like a dusty book on the shelf in a library that in all its long years hasn't been read once...how great would it be to be picked up and dusted off, taken home and read under a lamp light late at night? What if they decided to keep you and read you more than once? What if you could add pages to your book and they keep on coming back for more? What if you were their favorite book? I hope I get to be someones favorite book... 050526 ... ! try harder 070216 ... petit chou that priceless knick-knack that your grandmother picked up in a pawn shop and now sits on your desk at home. 080802 ... deb The me I was was lost for a time, buried beneath my title: mom. And while "mom" is part of who I am, it is not all~ The butterfly with crazy wings remains, and begins to wake and unfurl her wings once more. Lost my muchness, why yes, I did, though I didn't know it at the time~ But there it is again, gleaming in the sun that has decided to shine upon me again. There it is, the me that was and will be again... I didn't know how much I missed myself, or lost myself, until now... And I am much more muchier, again. 100917 what's it to you? who go blather from