led_on the swinger of birches being led like a fool, i come crashing into the glass, a tickled moth with a small brain and shorting electrical impulses, i cannot help but try my best to break down the barrier between me and your burning tungsten filament. how come you're only on when it suits you and the timing is convenient. your suggest too much with the things you say and follow through to little with the way you act. i enter a place where i'm suspended in mid air, fluttering blubbery through a mercury that surrounds your presence. everything is too dense and my thoughts move slow. "does he want me, or doesn't he" why do you compliment me the way you do, or say the things you say. your word choice leaves me wondering if i should stick around, or if this moth should just find a candle to get burned with. at least in that split second of pain, i'll for once be beautiful. 021019 ... jinx Sometimes I put myself on the leash. I should try not to do that... 021019 ... the swinger of birches i'll walk the dog this time. 021021 ... the swinger of birches all your plays were for nothing, you took me straight to the summit and left me there without the gear, without the radio, without the will to descend the mountain. for once the snake charmed me and i did not charm the snake. fucker. get over your paranoia and get rid of the bitch you're sleeping with. 021029 ... jinx Oh God. I'm feeling the tug at my neck again. Please don't stomp on me. 021127 what's it to you? who go blather from