todays_stains sabbie [ todays_stains_are_purple no longer] are old and empty and nothing but echoes of all the stains i ever collected from all the yesterdays of my life. 030824 ... sabbie today's songs are blue that's what i learnt today 030901 ... sabbie today's girls are songs in blue. 030901 ... sabbie today's stains are black and and faded brown with antique gold flecks all under my nails and along my skin yesterday's stains were teflon and sounded like the clacking of gargoyals beaks in warning. 030918 ... sabbie today's stains are pixle related all square and blocky and mono coloured spreading like a virus growing like a spreading stain today's stains are growing mould in a shower stall at my desk 031019 ... ? would you share your stains? 031020 ... sab i thought i was 031021 ... sabbie today's stains are fading permanat texta on a paint-peeling wall in curly handwriting i'm learning to dance alone... 031021 ... x tears and cum 031022 ...   blood, rust, smoke and ash 031022 ... Little Lost Riding Hood I feel like a stain on the soul of my boyfriends life, a black blemish on the brain of a tumour sufferer. Welcomed by tears and greif, a foe of happiness... He lets me leak like a forgotten puddle into the recess of his mind, letting me contaminate his sterile flow. Inebriating him with my tarnished words, empty sighs, he cleanses me in one fell swoop - a forgotten day that passes by osmosis into his past.... Puddles and clouds and me.... 031022 ... TalviFatin and tomorrow's fading to a washout brown my heart slowing on the floor in its own blood bath of hatred, regret, and sorrow... perhaps without it I wont fall prey Its ok...I didnt need it anyway... 031022 ... sab today's stains are only yesterday's ripples are only last years traps that i still choose staining myself blaming someone else when all the time i should be saying this is my fault again 031026 ... sabbie ohh, there is too much blood in my head. today's vortex is red today's stains are... who knew that soundechos could be stains too. 031119 ... ever dumbening sab, cool series. i really like when someone returns to the same blathe across time. i enjoy doing the same (see: listenings and melancholy). it's interesting to watch the development (of self and others). thanks. j 031119 ... Doar todays_stains are irrelevant now, having passed the church so many times, that the familiar unease is gone. The single swaying tree in the desicated back yard, the peeling paint on the doors and windows, all these are left behind as a flick of the fingers. 040728 ... sab are fresh, every morning today im not so sure that i am standing tall barefoot, on this broken glass 040802 ... sab todays stains taste like old port todays stains feel like dust motes floating in a dark mouldy house todays stains are an echo of all the other nights i've ever had todays stains make my tounge ache todays stains have dried already todays stains are old and forgotten already 040816 ... sab are spreading through out the world like hatred like a chain letter like a cloud hatred like hatred clouding the minds of the populace of the countries around the world these stains these words. these words riot under some kind of paper angel and these stains are left here to linger on 041024 ... suicidalchinadoll acrylic paint under the fingernails and the constant passing of busy busy people..visiting the dying..the old.. to eat and go through another cycle.. and then the pastor will arrive oh sunday mornings.. 041024 ... Syrope dangling my fingers in hot water til they're numb today is much easier to handle than yesterday 041024 ... "ereh siht od ot esufer i" 050414 what's it to you? who go blather from