friend mikey from: adorable i thought "friend" would be on red already guess it wasnt so i had to make it! friend = blather 010308 ... silentbobfuckyou a true one stabs you in the front a false one stabs you in the back, with the knife you bought for your girlfriend that he borrowed from her after he fucked her and took money off your dresser. 010715 ... angie do they really exist? i think so...i hope so...they change forms. they are sometimes there...most of the time...why do i even bother? why cant i get it figured out...what are my priorities? those arent for my friends to decide. sometimes some of my friends oppress me...it is true, they bring me down...they grab me and pull me in to their drunken world...some friendships are based on nothing at all...without a foundation nothing can build...its hollow...empty...worthless. thats what the four has turned out to be...first there were four...then there were three...now there are two...soon there will be one. pray for that day. 020120 ... blue star A friend doesn't pull shit on you. The thing is, no one can be a friend all the time. We're all human. You choose your friends by deciding whose humanity you can deal with. As a side note, if they can't deal with your humanity, they're not friends... 020120 ... Webley Now I know I have only one. 020511 ... pralines&cream you know, I put a lot of stock in how people talk to me and the kinds of things they say to me. friends don't say things like that. if you ever do plan on being my "friend" again, i won't be able to forget how shittily you spoke to me. how can a man have such little respect for his friend? 020626 ... pralines&cream may i add, that what you said hurt. 020626 ... pete australopithicus, friend to the end. but it's over, over over again.. you wanted to chase 'round the cat and the dog while they were playing like that. what's the matter, friend? australopithicus, friend to the 030413 ... mcdougall I keep thinking I don't know why but I think I want to be your friend and I don't know why I don't know you much I see you as a whole in body on odd days of the week but on occasion I really see you Not as a whole, not at work, not indisposed You’re barefoot so much of the time Are you not comfortable in shoes? Are you not comfortable in your shoes? I keep thinking about being friends with you but I don't know you I don't know what you are I don't know if I know how to be your friend How do I become a friend? Have I forgotten how to make friends? It’s tough and I don't know why but I think it's got something to do with not being immersed in a social/academic scene. All I have here is work and work is strange bizarre different weird to me It’s not a restaurant, and if it were it'd be more comfortable. For me. I’d know co-workers and customers and the customers are the variable and what makes it changing and attractive. Here at work its nintyfive percent constant. Why can't I make a friend? I have clay and hands I can't be a friend with clay hands As much as I’d love it I need peers Endless varied peers I can't work in constant I can but that’s all I do I work I can wordless What do you call someone who is only a work friend? Why is there a barrier? So I cut through the shelves and come across you at work and the tree branches are blown by a strong gust and the leaves at our feet and on the trees shake. It frightens me to feel so tense and disillusioned, there aren't any trees or branches, only carpet samples and books and the wind gushing out of my lungs silently longing to be audible, and your whisper of breath that must be there because you are alive and even though you are something else your wind is still breath and it's blowing me away. and I’m still to dumbfounded to push on. You are distance and I am a star gazer content with looking up, longing to know more and seeing the familiar constellations that I made up to feel connected can we be friends is it that simple is that all it takes to leave the ground. 070421 ... no reason she thinks you're not worth my time, even as a friend which i realize, but because of our connection, still makes me sad 090712 ... n o m i have a friend who helped me, she is a musician, she has put out twelve albums, and once toured with elliott_smith. she helped me with rent this month, told me artists should always help other artists. 100104 ... tender_square how do you say, “i think you’re making a mistake”? she is not good with making decisions, she knows she kicks the can down the road, she has said this. yet, she insists on staying stuck, remaining non-committal, hoping that life will make the choice for her. she doesn’t ask for advice. why are you getting so upset about this when it’s her life? why should you care what path she takes? isn’t it all for her to figure out? it’s all so exasperating. and you hate that it makes you want to run, hate that it feels like the foundation you built a decade of friendship on is crumbling beneath you. you survived geographic distance. now that she’s returning home, you don’t know how to relate to her, don’t know for how much longer you can watch her loop through the same patterns. 220723 ... tender_square you invited her for an overnight cross-border stay a couple weeks from now, even though you aren't sure where you'll be. it was a gesture, a chance for the two of you to reconnect, to set something firm in future. she said it might not work for her; another friend is celebrating a birthday (a friend you know, a birthday you were not invited to) and she would rather prioritize that. even if you happen to be stateside, she won't be in town then, because she's saving the trip for the birthday. the birthday. the birthday. 230103 ... tender_square "maybe," she said, "it's not that your friend is prioritizing someone else over you, but rather that she committed to the birthday party first and wants to ensure she can keep that." do we read into perceived slights more when our friendships aren't what they used to be? 230104 ... raze i think i can count the ones that are true on one hand without using every finger i've got. and i'm okay with that. 231103 what's it to you? who go blather from