i've_always_been_lost Deaht of a Rose I cannot remember a point where I wasn't, it seems as shadowy as the moons passage, as insubstantial as the wisps of cigarette smoke that curls around my fingers. just a place that makes all directions visable, an unmasking of the hiding place. 041230 ... Death Death Death getchur name right buddy. sheesh. 041230 ... bijou dyslexics_of_the_world_untie 041230 ... oblivion when the world rushes into focus for a few moments, and crashes again: shattering even the smallest grain of substantial evidence of life.. and bringing it all down to illusion and smoke and mirrors all over again. this is my cycle and I'm okay with that.. I just miss the glue that made this seem real for a little while. 041231 what's it to you? who go blather from