Vasilisa broke humpty dumpty, and don't even ask about the king's men

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Some days to be born again you have to die. Others you just have to get out of bed and the colours of the world blend in ways that yesterday would have been a lie. A resplendant hissing lie. And other times all you need is it breathe, to be happy and the day is new and vulnerable. Swaddled like a beaming infant, ready to be fed. Ready to be satiated. Today is not one of those days. Today the colours remain the same. Today is one of those days, when falling is flying and to bleed is to be free. Come with me?

Tuesday

JULY 29, 2008 @ 08:40 AM | 13 COMMENTS

Urgh, phuck it...I really can't quit SG! I've realised that this may well be a toxic and life long addiction (I blame the girls only group...I think I may actually live there sometimes).

Anyway, I'm here to stay, at least until they build an SG rehab and some sort of intravenous SG weaning drug :s