Jun 29, 2006 01:10
I took the time to delete every single fucking entry about food, eating, not eating, etc. out of this precious, precious journal.
on the upside, I leave you with
a nice prosey summary of 2002-2005:
VII
yours is the music for no instrument
yours are the poems i do not write.
transplant.
you tell me to pray and I do
what if the arrow still points to you?
metastatic you.
never seen blue
like the blues he drives
in and around
and through me again.
we are likened to pangea
i was africa
you south america
but we still look like
we fit together
carlysparkle yay: things are developing faster than a 12 year old
carlysparkle yay: I think I just one upped you on the psychoness
typingsquirrel: i see nothing wrong with that
"Free will and determinism are like a game of cards.
The hand that is dealt you is determinism.
The way you play your hand is free will."
kill me now,
3 years of lj,
prose-based summaries