such_a_place_as_this fyn gula he blinks his eyes twice as if what he was looking at was a vision trapped within another world, but it was his life and it wasn't what he thought would ever happen. not to him, nmaybe the other seventy-six percent. it was now and it was wide open. anything could happen. and if failure was the "F" he wore on his shirt, others would think it stood for "fuct" chino moreno's new clothing line. who would love him in the future? what would he hold in his trembling hands? whose lips would he get lost in? 010519 ... aimeekate the path twisted left and i followed it. i could almost smell the freedom... funny how freedom only seems to comes from within boundries and rules 010519 ... recovering addict should not be raped by internet capitalists....hahahaha funny joke. go away. 010519 ... Special K In the beginning I thought to myself, who would have imagined I would meet someone such as he in a place such as this? And now I think to myself, how could it ever have been any other way? In a place such as this, people are often in disguise. Perhaps that is why my earliest memories of him are of someone else entirely, someone to whom I would never think to speak, let alone dare to kiss. How lucky it is, then, that he was so persistent... 010519 ... yoink persistence often drives the stake into a lover's heart 010519 ... . umm..you think so do you. ha ha 010526 ... enriquecito persistent, in slipping in and out of the disguises necessary. i hope she will still trust that she has seen, and knows, the real me. 010605 ... Special K Oh no, no indeed. I'm not even tempted, so soon, to say that I know you. My knowledge of you – shaped by circumstance – is woefully limited to anecdote and politicking: I hear about who you once were but are no longer, I hear about things you might one day do but haven't yet, I see things you do but don't really mean. To be fair, you'd have to admit the same of me – though I certainly don't work the disguises the way you do (I just don't have the stomach for it.) As much as I'd relish a shortcut, to really know someone there is no substitute for time. It doesn't mean I don't want to know you. I sense great possibilities... [grin] 010606 ... enriquecito time, or mushrooms. but i sense you sensed that already. just checking in. 010614 ... dB It is said that all men wear terrifying and monstrous masks. In here we need not wear them, for in this place, we have a voice, but no face. Act at will as hundreds of cells. Act together, in the form of shared opinion. In a place such as this can true democracy be brought about. Because we are not undone by each others looks or feelings. We say as we want, and feel. We do as we please and leave if the moment strikes us. In a place such as this, we are stone, immaculate. 010614 ... enriquecito not spotted, you say... and yet each and every word we cast into this blather-aether is another dot, another attractor for the lines that will bond and bind us in space, time, and identity. i scream for her. i long to slather her sinuous body with ketchup and other sundry condiments. 010614 ... yoink buried deep in that Siberian realm next to solid water and hot tungsten lies a box marked with one of the most sickening pieces of commercial american infestation: THE OFFICIAL CORN DOG OF NASCAR however, despite such a horrid attempt at transparent motive and belligerent pseudothought, i placed the piece of mystery meat, wood, and crusty batter on a genuine Tupperware kitchen accessory and nuked the fuck out of it. i am not supporting anything. the shitty little box was purchased by my mother. she doesn't know that she is contributing to more and more shitty ads that, if read with concentration and focus, would reveal the lowest forms of human creativity. i wish the power would go out. 010620 ... ItGirl And here in the dark we built our Terebinthia, our Narnia, our way of secrets, with no rules but our own. And here we suspended time and reason and logic. We built these walls of shadows firm and enclosing and the physics of a kiss became so much like the dream of flying that we interchanged their nature. And here as she stands half nude, the curve of her back dropping to the shadow where the waistband of those baggy pants clung. And with her arms resting on the banister eyes closed taking in your soul, she is a goddess and you are a god. Here, in such a place as this, there is no wrong, only joy and pleasure and pain and sorrow. Here at the place where these bodies meet, where these desires wrap as a dark purple mist, here, in such a place as this, we are safe. 040726 ... "Such a" Man I call it a forest. Industry calls it an arboreal menace. 080905 what's it to you? who go blather from