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Mar 26, 2003 04:09

I offer thanks to those who complimented my work. Time outside the hallways is illusionary/hallucinatory.

The chilly depression shall be immolated. This cracked, rusted vessel will be warmed.

Gray ashes flicker and fall. Smudge, darkly upon my veil. Stain & soot, trailing along the grainy floors.

Longing for the null & void of indifference.

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mathyula March 27 2003, 06:14:16 UTC
Hello,
I just thought that I might let you know... you have my attention.
An odd thing, maybe. I do have a few people on my list and some of them post things on a regular basis and I do read most of it...
But the fascination with it all seems to lose it's flavor rapidly.

Why do I keep looking back at your images?? why do I scroll down your journal and view it as a surreal film strip that leaves me feeling ... feeling?
Maybe it's shame that I've not continued in my own existence to parallel in your overall demeanor, due mostly to giving in to an apparent sense of normalcy... or maybe it's intrigue, in that I do have that demeanor still within me somewhere, and feel as though I've found someone that I wasn't aware I was looking for....
A kindred spirit? It's just been so long that I thought I might ever find one to have such particular traits.

to simplify this situation and maybe bring it a little more "down to earth", I guess it's just the mystery in that the *only* things I know of you are what I've seen/read on your journal..mostly all of which is darkly artistic and perfectly poetic.. and the few things learned from your profile...your interests list. It's only there that you show some signs of actually being a HUMAN with a list of particular things that a human might take an interest in.

But still... there's the recurring shroud.

Anyhow.... I'm not sure how this will be received...
I have a terrible feeling you may either be frightened away or take it as trivial nonsense... not to say anything of your character - it's just that I've been rejected/ridiculed for my sincerity in the past...I'm always worried of it happening again.

Just know that you have my curiousity peaked and that I think I've seen you somewhere behind me in a mirrors reflection on occasion.

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