blown cherry Sometimes I write something
then stare at it for a while
and then I hit blather
figuring "what the hell, what does it matter if someone reads it?"

And then I think
"What the hell did I do that for?
Why did I write that?"
Arwyn I completely understand.... I look at most of mine and wonder... "what the hell?!??" 020415
kerry i think i come off as a ditz online which is a little bit embarrassing because i am definitely not a ditz, probably as far from it as anyone. ergh. all this stupid giggling and "hehe" that escapes my... computer. it makes me look stupid.

remember next time you see me blathe that i_am_not_who_i_say_i_am
minnesota_chris most of my blathers end up in the bin.

(no, nevermind, i have nothing to say.)
unhinged why do i ever write anything?

it's not like it's going to change your mind
misstree something was in the air, i guess,
wine was in my blood,
and those words, those words,
they came bursting out of me
like an inconvenient orgasm,
and once pen is put to paper,
especially so vividly, so violently,
so truthfully,
i can't take it back,
but why did i give it to you?

because you were always so good at hurting me,
only, when i most expected you to,
you didn't.

i still love you.
what's it to you?
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