write_what_you_know Effingham Fish But I don't know anything. 011231 ... kerry i know my eyes are sore because i didn't get much sleep. and i know my hair is hanging in wet ropes around my head and i know my hands are cold and i know it's new year's eve and i'm going out to dinner with someone i can't stand. i know i'm trying to learn a song on my guitar by promise ring and i'm dreading 2nd semester. i know i'm always alone lately and i turn down nearly every invitation i get for no reason. the house is dim and though it's 2:48 p.m. some of us are still sleeping. the christmas decorations are still up (we're too lazy to take them down) and the dog is mashed up against the heater. i have been a vegetarian for 3 months in 4 days and i tried my first boca burger last thursday and loved it. i know i don't listen to people nearly as much as i should. i know i should stop saying things without truly thinking about what i really mean because i'm sick of having to go back and erase things. i know i need to sit down and concentrate on school and work and try to actually get somewhere and make something of myself, because this is kind of my last chance to do so. i know people are going to read this and probably not give a shit about it but i'm fine knowing that at least i care and isn't that all that matters? 011231 ... reitoei i write what i think i know 011231 ... unhinged that no matter what people will disappoint you for the pedestal you created for them in your heart. that the imperfect certainty of humanity will always shatter the worship pedestal of unfilled dreams and longing and need. that you have to admit it all when it comes close to the end; sometimes that admittance lengthens the stay. sometimes that admittance hastens the end. but when he doesn't run away to become a hermit in the pennsylvania mountains, that time it was worth it and keeps my faith that honesty is the biggest part of love. 011231 ... CelticMistress i know that i hate the commonplace of society and i hate the new technological advances. do you people realize that if something happens we won't know what to do with ourselves? we'll be too used to our lazy and convenient ways that we'd rather kill ourselves that re-learn how to survive. i know that the government hides more from us than we would even dream of. i know that there are people living on the streets with nothing but the peices of clothing on their bones while some houses are overflowing with food and barely eat any of what they prepare in contrast with the amount itself. people don't give to the homeless because they say "if they really needed money they would go out and find a job". okay for one thing, who's going to hire someone that has no stable residence, no phone, no shower for god's sake, no clean clothes, and no transportation? am i the only one that realizes these things? also, i know that some laws and rules are incredibly unneccesary. *sigh* i have too much to say and i don't want to take up an rather large amount of space. 020101 ... birdmad enjoying a rare moment of conceit a bunch of stories about sex drugs and misadventures about desire and indulgence and betrayal, longing and loneliness and maybe even love enough that what i write could be very literate pornography with very convoluted bits of plot and sub_plot to appease both sides of a potential audience 020101 ... pushpins i love my parrot more than anything else. ~*maybe thats why i vote pirates over robots?*~ 020101 ... phil The way I say more than what I know is no less what I know more of than what I do not know. I know enough to know the stuff I know and appear to know and sometimes I know a little more, but most days I feel fine knowing the little that I do know and it's sometimes all I need. Perhaps I hope none of you know what I mean, but all I know is what I like to know and I don't even know that all the time, and sometimes I don't know either, but just the way things go, and that bad days are never bad. We get set up to spin down, collecting moments. Rather I know more about things that seem less obvious to know, like the limitations of knowledge, not beautiful in it's intent. I know less about myself than it seems I should, but it always seemed like bullshit, those dark confrontrations. Just to sad to remember. I know what I waiting for, I know when I'm right, and I know how pride traps you up, and how anger wins. I know what happens when good dogs die, and I know what to believe. I know what to change. And I know what people think God is, and I know nameless things. I know my childhood and I know my secrets that I couldn't reveal even if I wanted to, and I have tried. 030403 what's it to you? who go blather from