trap dallas Spending time looking for something that isn't there. 000222 ... miniver Seven winters in a sleepy mind; Twelve great merriments; a laugh, a lazy stroll under the sea: This may have been your dream that seeped in icy oceans all blue-green and drowningly. "I was not meant to understand." From thirteen leagues below, You saw the snow meet water and just float around, awhile, then disappear to dance with you among so many haunted reefs. Now, then. Now, all left unremembered. 000224 ... amy with nothing, now. and nothing left behind. (i am the resident flippant guesser. i actually did not know you were god. they never told me. numbers? what numbers? ;) ) 000312 ... miniver I wasn't God long enough to legally change my name. Besides which, I don't think I could survive without my mere mortal miniverian nonpopularity goading me on. (So, just don't start flippantly confessing and ye shall be saved from the eternal flames of hell, yada, scepter-wave, etc.) And, of course, bonus points must be awarded for a most politic acknowledgement of the pretty numbers. Numberlings. This is a trap, too, though isn't it? Now, I speak -- a tragedy. And blathing much too often to remain pessimistically subpopular... 000313 ... phil vote 030607 ... phil I'll trap you in my bubble wrap and never give you back. 030607 ... marjorie it's what you do with what you've got and are you really nice or not 060414 ... Risen Stepping over each one carefully, terrified I won't spot the next. The loneliness and isolation, the boredom, the pain... it gets to you after a while. Makes you spend far longer daydreaming than might be healthy. They told me that fun gland which likes to break a load of bones and literally drive me mad is playing up again. When they call ignorance bliss, they fail to mention that intelligence can be hell. Trapped in your own mind, with no way out, nothing to do, and nothing to occupy it. There was a moment when I thought I'd be a professor, which seems hilarious now that my days are spent festering. Maybe it's karma. Maybe I deserve it. Maybe it's the new normal. When do you stop wondering if it's a trap, and start wondering if it's a cage? 180620 what's it to you? who go blather from