shed_your_skin hunters and collectors I will come for you at nighttime I will raise you from your sleep I will kiss you in four places As I go running along your street I will squeeze the life out of you You will make me laugh and make me cry And we will never forget it You will make me call your name And I'll shout it to the blue summer sky And we may never meet again So shed your skin and let's get started And you will throw your arms around me Yeah, you will throw your arms around me I dreamed of you at nighttime And I watched you in your sleep I met you in high places I touched your head and touched your feet So if you disappear out of view You know I will never say goodbye And though I try to forget it You will make me call your name And I'll shout it to the blue summer sky... And we may never meet again... So shed your skin and let's get started And you will throw your arms around me Yeah, you will throw your arms around me Oh...yeah... Ohhh yeah... You will throw your arms around me... Yeah, you will throw your arms around me.... 040527 ... sab there was a girl on the train the other day holding court in a loud, shrill voice with two school girls in uniform slightly younger than her and she wore black, artfully torn, and held her folio close to her chest and she tittered on, impressing upon them jsut how important and cool and rebellous she was and how important her Art was to her and her Art School and her little lapdogs drank in her every word and one of the girls got off and imediatly she deflated, jsut a little, but then went on to tell the other girl how much she didnt like the first girl, how weird she was and everything. and then the other girl got off and she deflated further sank into the chair and was still and silent the rest of the journey. like a suit of clothing hung up on a hanger and put back into the wardrobe in the dark she sat there, as still as a rock jsut waiting. like she could only exsist while there where other people to bounce off all the life in her had gone and i wanted to lean over to her and ask Who are you when your friends arnt around? but sitting there watching her, i could see the answer already she lives through the admirations of those around her and when she hasnt got it she hasnt got anything. ...so shed your skin and let's get started... learn, babydoll learn to find yourself under the multitude layers of onionskin you have built to protect yourself from whatever it is you're hiding from. 040527 ... minnesota_chris I come to life when I'm around people I like. It's not artifice, but more of an osmosis, an empathy, a synergy. I'm miserable when no one else is around. And I shed my skin all the time. 040528 ... more insect than bird i would, but there's nothing left inside it 040528 ... shivers peel molt bleed trickle cast discard revoke please, just abandon it 040529 ... emmi there are skins beneath these shirts there are hearts beneath these skins there are hearts beneath these hearts 040529 ... unhinged i have this big pit of fear in my stomach that is completely draining my life. i want a new life. i was having a hard time being motivated as it was, and now i have absolutely no motivation left. one incident in two and a half years completely negates everything i have done before. i crumple under confrontation, it's true. but now i am horribly afraid every time the phone or the doorbell rings. maybe it is someone else that wants to corner me and tell me how horrible i am at life. people keep telling me not to worry. to let it go. that i shouldn't let one bad apple spoil the bunch. but i am afraid there now; to be who i am, to talk. and that is the worst feeling in the world. worse than being sad. worse than being lonely. just literally the worst. 090313 ... jane if_only i_could 090313 what's it to you? who go blather from