(hello goodnight)
He came riding fast like a phoenix out of fire flames,
He came dressed in black with a cross bearing my name,
He came bathed in light and the splendor and glory.
I wrote a long entry and it deleted itself in the middle of a line and it didn't have a theme. Everything is pointless and chaotic and I can't think straight, things are disgusting and self-proclaimed women and seductresses and girls are being pretentious and acting intelligent and intellectual and knowledgeable and all with their Conversation and their Wit and it's all so very depressing, who needs to be mature all the time to know that she is, who really needs to act it out all the time, who needs to act mature and beautiful and aloof and witty and sarcastic to feel confident and comfortable about herself? All those trivialities, and it's all so useless. I'm writing postcard after postcard and I don't care if you did or didn't ask for it, I have my own list of people and I'll just go through it and keep on contacting everyone individually to get or recheck their addresses. If you know someone on your friendslist who did a Christmas Wish List, let me know, link to it, because fulfilling wishes of complete strangers is fun and why shouldn't I, anyway? Des'ree is nauseating, even Imogen Heap is far better compared to Des'ree. I'm relatively speaking not a bad filmer. I'm not so artistically brilliant and free-mindedly twirling my view in an intensely drugging manner that my ultracool friends call art, but I don't care, because I'm not bad, and I hate people being so judgemental and inconsiderate and condescending these days, and then call me arrogant or self-satisfied because I try to do what feels right rather than what they feel art should be like, people like me should be and act and do like, and I'm human, with the same stupid idiocies and bad traits I like to cut out, but still others grow back, and sasha_davidovna talked about WWII, how for a few hours a day the soldiers of each side were shooting and being shot at and the rest of the time were shouting at each other and trading cigarettes and other things - it's all so bloody pointless, isn't it, and by the way carlanime the letter you wrote for virtualfriends was beautiful and I'm still trying to formulate things in my head, and I want soharavsalienta to come back, and by the way did you know ppw0 is back online with her husband in Iraq and she in a state where she doesn't know anything or anyone with a four-month-old son and the world's chaotic and fucking wrong. 03:46.
(hello goodnight lovely wild girl from the light talk to your glory talk to your friend talk to whoever said to understand)
Give me a Mina update.