i_will_wreck_your_sheets at least he remains complete I want to write. really. I wrote for ten minutes in this box of glowing blank goodness, before I realized that I can't have secrets anymore. I can't post secrets anymore because WE both live here, and here. and HE knows me too well, my writing, my speech. So fuck it, I don't have anything. 041118 ... methinx Someday I will learn how I always know its you. 041118 ... magicforest never show blather to the one you love knows the cardinal rule and disobeyed 041118 ... Octavo it's delightful, you want to share delight. I immediately wanted to break the cardinal rule, what else is a cardinal rule for but breaking. But caution won, I decided to keep the delight to myself...for the time being. "He who binds to himself a joy, does the winged life destroy, he who watches the joy as it flies, lives in eternity's sunrise." ? 041119 ... oldephebe when i first read the title of this blathe i thought it was a vow to visit every kind of physical excretion upon the pristine bed of a potential conquest..i men like a performance art done completely by one mans bodily excretions...there is a precedent in literature and performance art sooo..don't call me crazy...you could get private funding and inaugerate a pretty effective marketing campaign for good ol' classic TIDE. Thereby potentially ameliorating morally indignant types like myself (who aren't neccessarily inspired to rabidly walk up and down the street in front of the NAS with placards assembled with astonishing alacrity and of professional quality.... ... 041120 ... eighteen the original rantess I never SHOWED blather to the one I love. I met him on blather. and for fear of upsetting him for making him less than a piece of nonsense, I won't say anymore about him. but I did ruin his sheets, they're ripped up. I have to buy new ones. 041120 ... magicforest I met mine here too. grins 041120 ... eighteen ooooh, who? 041121 ... magicforest imposter, but it's over now 041121 ... Syrope no really i tear beds to pieces none can withstand the thrashing of sleepy-manda 041121 ... unhinged . 181018 ... xelda Coyuchi. Blood. Whatever. Wash, wash, let out. 181019 ... Risen I remember the hairs on my pillow, and how I used to resent that sort of femme territory marking. I remember wrapping an auburn hair around my finger, wondering if the strength of "normal" hair was different, or if it just seemed different. There are more fun ways to wreck sheets, don't get me wrong, but it isn't the fun bits of closeness that I miss. Today_I_feel that although now the only being who really threatens my sheets is my dog, I'm glad I have the memories 181025 what's it to you? who go blather from