Jul 29, 2007 16:04
In an avid attempt to write something that isnt completly nuerotic and topic bouncing....
I am refraining from the use of the following products during this entry:
(1) PBR
(2)ambient musesick
(3)Web surfing
Lets see what the cauldron brews and how the mind recoils.
He hasnt put his shield down, nor sword away since her. The blade is safe, and shield not shielding. Skipping along, down the stream. In a direction with no certain direction until the choppy waters resign and a stream of understanding grips my panic. I wanted answers damnit. I wanted clearity. I wanted blind certainty. I wanted a religious experience fucked right into my heart. And then my brain stopped the wanting, and went to standby without shutting down. AND...one of my cats keeps shitting in my shower. WHY!
Someone asked me last night if I believed in fate. Attempts made twice before were foiled on the whim of the great magnet. As I am not that much of a blatant fool...I followed the lead.
Words adore her. I adore words. She seems interested. I seem vulnerable.