when_she_gets_there_she_knows . if_the_stores_are_all_closed 040121 ... endless desire when she gets there she knows that there's no hope for tomorrow the moon and the stars and the sun are crying because they wish they could hold the hands of the little boys and girls who are hurting. purple colours are distinct when green seperates from red and comforts the afflicted. little boy blue lived in a shoe and lived happily ever after until after was over and tomorrow set in. when she gets there the tools distinguish imagination from wisdom and beauty from the footprints in the sand of a torn life, never the same. whisper without ceasing, keep secrets in plenty, but never keep them for long because they'll eat at your heart and ruin your mind until you are grey and decayed with nothing to offer purple at all. 040122 ... silentlybroken as ever, my dear, I adore your wonderful words. 040123 ... des oh thank_you it's funny because i make one skite sick but another one likes them. i am amused. 040123 ... kaibutsu I am amused to watch the winter rains give way to spring and the empty streets to crowds so thick that I'm suddenly sick and wish everyone were hiding again from the rain and the wind and the cold. I am saddened to hear all the clang and clutter that accumulates in cycles, "must be an election year," until I'm terribly sleepy and just want a home far away from this madness. I am curious to know whether it will all make sense in the end or if life is just some mad orchestration looping in on itself and feeding back the noise until no one can hear at all and everyone gives up trying and subsequently dies. But I find it amusing when I step back and don't take things so damned seriously. It's laughable, my reactions. 040309 ... dramatica I agree with that but it could be due to a strong tranquilizer capable of tempering the manic phase of bp disorder, but whatever works... it can't be wrong when it feels so right 040310 what's it to you? who go blather from