I feel like I have been gone for far too long, I am sorry. . . abandoning the whole of the suicidegirls world for far too too long. .. but with hope there will be a new set and one shortly after that. . .
He is peering out my window,
Attentive to the dawn and
Careful not to disturb the still,
Guarding the last moments
Of chill that creep in
Between his kitten paws.
a good friend of mine just died in an army hospital in germany and all she could tell me about before she died was the horrible nightmares she was having while awake. the screaming and the crying, the morphine shots to try and make her sleep. . . .she is the second person i know that has died in this war. . . .at least... Read More
Sometimes I wonder if the ones that have died were the lucky ones? I returned home six months ago, and each day the scars get deeper. I know I will never be the same again.
I went, I fought, the damage was done. I truly wonder which of us is luckier?
I am so sorry for your losses. I wish that none of us would ever have to fight again.
I spent way too much of my last month in bars watching people. . . .and this is what I learned. . . .
The faithless are standing round the end of the bar, searching for the end of the world in the bottom of a drink, at the bottom of a glass. . .doing anything for the limelight get on top of the truth,... Read More
From the world, piece by piece, created in my living room. . .who are you that keeps waking me from my dreams, the nightmares I have grappled with and finally overtaken, now guiding me into years, before I am dead people need to hear these things, does anyone else out there know what I know, are you reading what I am... Read More
Heaviness seeps out with every panting breath as she gingerly wipes blood from off her face. A splatter of crimson on a pale dusty brown. Calm and collected she is making herself, as eyes filled with tears survey the desert around her. A certain deadly shade of blue is birthing from the shades of pink and orange, and the sun has dyed the mountains around... Read More
I think you are my newest obsession. I'm not sure if it's your eyes, but more how your lids punctuate them. Not how softly you present yourself, but the underlying gaze of hardened intensity that distracts me from the simple pleasure of your nude, glorious shine. You ring amazing...
politically active but don't have the presence of mind to get started. . .
it seems there can be no wrong and no right, correct viewpoint when it comes to politics. .everyone is fighting for something, someone is on top, someone is underneath punching their way through a thinly leaking membrane until the universe is so fucked up and unorganized... Read More
My approach is to throw out the incumbent... whoever it may be... as my default vote.
Yes, exceptions must be made. If the only opponent is the prior incumbent, then I have to look a little deeper. If the opponent has political views that are WAY over the top different from my own, then I may have to grin and bear the incompetence of the incumbent (being pro-gun, pro-choice, pro-death penalty, mostly green, it's rare that someone actually matches my views... None of the the existing parties do, not even the fringe parties).
I make a point of not rubber stamping the unopposed candidates. I'll be amused if someday they fail to get a 50% vote.
Blue planet on which I stand
Turning, revolving
Keep up the pace
But not without me
I am having anxiety over a job that I do not yet have, over moving to a city that won't happen until next winter, over having been too far from any friends, over being me and whatever that may mean. . .
Inspired