aim silentbob alkalinesingular 011003 ... daxle and fire 011003 ... spooky fish (mother, will they put me in the firing line?) 011003 ... pralines&cream aphrodite7717 ...approach me, dammit! 011228 ... Jenna RiverChick36 011230 ... Miffey Miffey69 My zodiac, cancer... get your mind out of the gutter. 020222 ... bethany shawnapurv 020222 ... silentbob now that you mention haveing a guttermind.... when i see miffy69 i think muff 69 and.. yeah 020222 ... jinx Aim higher than you really want to hit. Then, when you hit a lower target, that's what you really wanted. 021017 ... the swinger of birches i place my aim on the boy i left behind six months ago, back in may, when out of obligation i smiled and said the things that made me civil. if not knowing it, i would have passed him up, a second time, had the man in front of me not suggested an older, matured version, complete with broad shoulders and a strange mix of clouds and testosterone, a sweet lure that cannot be matched. he stands before me in shoes too big, with still an inch of grow room and about a decade's worth of growing to do. 021018 ... the swinger of birches too high. 021021 ... eo I'm sorry, I think too quickly, I can no longer keep up, this typing slow me down far too much, I'm wasting valuable seconds on concentrating on typing correctly. My mind is racing, so much so that the body is convulsing with the effort, the emotion is pulsing through my body, blocking so many senses, focusing my energy on one target, I feel the power coursing through my veins like a drug and unleashing the electrifing, searing brightness in spasms of sheer energy, shaking my entire body with an ocean of emotion, washing over my skin like a midnight tide, ecstatic euphoria covering my mind, filling my head with inspiration so easily lost and misapplied. The willpower is leaving, I feel a second coming, it's possesing my soul again like so many years ago, at first I embraced the unholy elevation, recognising the oft forgotten positive sides, but as I slip further downwards, I feel the demons rising to take me once again, yes, this is the pull of hell, like gravity, it's strength is unknown and unmeasured. The force pushing me down is breaking into the consciousness and I know I'm falling, but this time I have the power of thought, where once I was lost, I have a map this time, I can harness this beast and yield it's virtue, instead of cowering at it's grotesque obsessions. This time, I will win. 030604 ... u24 that was me. eo. I don't remember writing it. but it was definately me. I am eo. I wonder why I chose that name? 040614 ... Fido if cupid should find me in his sight i pray his aim is true and tight. for if a second must be loosed its path is paven not in truth 060312 ... skinny mrmoon9991 060313 ... eatingstars spiledmilkfactry 060315 ... kali was so much better than this gchat facebook twitter bullshit 141231 ... raze something like two hundred conversations with jamie and liz twenty years ago. one with mikey. one with yoink. one with a girl from pennsylvania who led with "a/s/l" and thought it was funny when i didn't know what she meant, but didn't think it was funny when i told her she was hurting my brain. "fine asshole bye," she said. even after she was gone, she kept smiling at me beneath her white cloche hat until i closed the chat. emoticons lost or dumbed down in their transition to text files. love shared between people who would never touch, who didn't know what love was but wanted to believe they could form this thing they didn't understand out of words and pixels on a screen and breathe it into each other through polarized glass and liquid crystal dreams. pictures that died when the chats died, with nothing but grey squares to mark the places they'd been, scars of images stored and altered by the mind, cruel and careless as you like. angry words. hopeful words. clumsy words. beautiful words. all gone, all gone, all gone. 210820 what's it to you? who go blather from