lack the great melodrama of anything. There is nothing. I can't feel anything anymore, there is no way out. 000114 ... amy adaisacal 000114 ... hymie steinberg tating breasts 001021 ... barnaclebill Yer milkin it there Hymie! Har HAR HAARRR! 001030 ... skalix what i have! =D 040606 ... ofsuch that which you think you lack once you have you may find you would like to lack again 041006 ... Syrope it would have been too difficult for you to say what you knew i needed to hear, i suppose, when i needed it and here i am, awake 050209 ... misstree i think too much of pretty things, and i feel ugly in comparison. i am perhaps too honest on the dating_site; the comparisons by their well-calibrated personality tests are far from flattering. violent, dishonest, unloving, but there is more to me? a little voice pleads. i am tangled in isnots and forget sometimes what is but what is is making soup from the bones because the fresh meat has dried up. winter's set in. this spring is set to be like nothing else, i reckon. i hope. 051213 ... anno_salutis Sitting in bed, we stir or cough, or shift. A program on the television discusses geologic changes. Earth rising, in heat and pressure, scraping empty the sides of the vessel that, slightly harder, carries it. On my tablet computer I tap on things that promise me some fleeting connection to a world that once seemed tangible - one video promises warm feelings another laughter. And I click and why not click, a tap vain junkie. Tomorrow we will spread sheets; the steam will leave the shower. The hour will grow frenzied as we leave the house to become the people we watch when we’re free. 141115 what's it to you? who go blather from