invitation psyki if you're ever lonely and need someone to talk to and hold you you know where i live i still care about you 000731 ... unhinged "just get nicole a bottle of peach schnapps. it's that easy." i'm that easy folks 010210 ... ditto please may I have a hug? ? ? 010630 ... silentbob i didnt write this. It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing. It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive. It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it of fade it or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human. It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself;if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy. I want to know if you can see beauty, even when it is not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the moon, "Yes!" It doesn't interest me to know where you live of how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children. It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back. It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, form the inside when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments. 010713 ... Casey The last one i got was to a birthday party when i was 10 010713 ... Syrope an invitation for you to slit me open, take what you want, and leave me. (you think i'm kidding. what do you mean you don't have a knife?) an invitation for you to join the rest of us in the reality box when you're finished scampering around out there. (you'd never be happy in here) an invitation for you to come scratch softly on my back door so i'll come make out with you in my yard. (the scratchy noise would probably startle the @#*! out of me, especially if it were dark, but you could IM me first) 020612 ... IWishICouldGoWithDavid It's what I'm waiting for. I don't think it's coming though. I think that boy you love right now lied to you... I should have seen it coming though. When "taking in a baseball game with a friend" is third on your list... well, then, I just should have know. I miss you Erica. 021227 ... Syrope the reality box who the fuck am i? 041213 ... Swedish Proverb To a friend knowing fortune, wait for an invite; but to a friend knowing misfortune, break down the door. 071208 what's it to you? who go blather from