shoulderblades brynn her shoulderblades were so apparrent, i felt i was risking splitting open when i touched her 050518 ... sab wings on humans are made of bone. bone and cotton and dried blue blood you cant fool me. ive been there before prettified for the public broadcasting a net of lies lie_to_me they all say its easier that way she stretched her back out and her shoulderblades made the phases of the moon dance a little jig of cracking bones and stretching skin my moon has a sattelite a galaxy of scars across my back put on a stripy shirt and you can read my journey through the dragon_scale_scars shoulderblades and clavicals and dead dead girls i have a voice you dont need my voice girl, you have your own i dont need the girls, i have their voices repeating and echoing in my head i wish to see the stars once more she whispered to me, bloody fingers twitching on my skin i could have jsut rolled over and continued to sleep but i was awake once more awake and roaring there is an electronic roaring in my head a fucked up carnival historic and now past and future sirens screaming banshees wailing office workers pailing as their jobs are taken away naughty children, up the back given a wad of cash and sent home. sir? sir! please sir, can i not have any more? please sir i jsut want to go home 050519 ... () (i can always tell when a work is by sab. you have a very recognizable voice. i like this one) 050520 ... sab thank you. especailly think you cos i wonder if my voice isnt fading shrivling up like a dropped and forgotten flower in the dark depths of an unvisited attic somewhere or maybe ive jsut said so many words over the years that somehow she doesnt feel the need to say anything more i sit and i listen but theres jsut kinda no words there most days and i wonder what will come to fill its place i miss it thou 050527 ... laurah we were both crying. i dont think he even noticed that his arms wrapped over mine and my hands were cupped under his he was staring over my shoulder anyway it was ridiculous, but i think they made me love him for the rest of that blue_carolina untouchable_face summer but i was so young, i still am, it couldn't have been possible. not even fourteen. no, it's silly, i was just being melodramatic 050910 ... beveled 050911 ... jane we were once playing scattergories & my mom used "wingbones" as a part of the body. michael & i laughed our asses off as she tried to explain that it was the same thing as shoulder blades. we didn't let her live that one down for a while. 050912 ... anne-girl bouldershades 050912 what's it to you? who go blather from