saint_cain

not too long ago I made the comment that some people make faces and they do, as folk-tale mothers have said, they do get stuck that way.

but I have to say -- I'm not so sure today. No, today I think the face we make is not a fate... and this is good.

But I also realized that the ugliest face, even Eeyore's (maybe)...
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"How to have a miscarriage" or "Is that all you got"

Living on the outskirts of my soul, an 'X' on a new but faded map, the hardness of my diamond face is nearest to the needs of living (without forgetting). The hardness of blunt diamond is all I feel. None will break this stance.

I pay my own way, so I can't be bribed...
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I really do not understand why it is when I sit there and face every twisted sinew of my inner world of id, and pull it to the surface I do not fall apart. I just feel more peaceful and alive. The pains and lacks are still there and still so unsatisfied by hungry me.

I feel so much more whole though.

I hate February!

I've come to realize that it may just be true that when you make faces sometimes they stay that way.

(this is a metaphor -- I'm not entirely insane, yet )

Yay for the masses!

I lose my job and my co-workers revolt. Management has lost their trust. 3 people sending out their resumes. And a fourth who will soon lose it.

On the plus side - I have a potential financial backer for a coffee shop (his suggestion). And an in at some place called StarCom. It sounds like the name of a company that...
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what a day... dreams may come true....

The siren's tail is sharp like a blade as she whips her inhuman end across my neck down to my waist. I don't think there is any blood yet. she pulled on the skin but I pulled myself back. Should I have shown her what she did? Should I have let it open up and spill out so...
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hmmm...