the curl

[pop_up_leeches]

Aujourd'hui i am very tired and sore but always wanting more: snow spice something seething vice
il y a deux ans of empty hands and vertical dance
je crois
je crois je crois..
just want MORE instead of
sifting sand on a beach stretching my limbs like i could reach somewhere 
where everything sticks to flesh
like cold windows and stale smoke

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[gufriend]

I once heard writing a poem in the sand the waves washing it away carry it all over the world.

[pop_up_leeches]

...it is not about sand.

[gufriend]

I know, it's about you and your pain.
But you are the only one who can feel it all directly, we outside you need a medium to connect to it and whatever this is, electrons in network cables, waves in the ocean, formations in the sand, sounds in the wind, cracks in the heart, it will always be hard and error prune to translate the fuzzy picture back into the original meaning.
But we can try and maybe once in thousand years even help someone to get the MORE.

[pop_up_leeches]

it's not about pain either. it is about sex and drugs, my bread and water.

[gufriend]

That just shows how efficient those media are in transforming the original meaning into a fuzzy 'Chinese whispers' during transport - or it just means I'm a dumb and silly ignorant, which might well be true too.
I'm tempted now to translate it into 'money' using "sex and drugs, my bread and water" as key but I get more and more confused because when I look that up in my internal dictionary it still says 'pain' :(?
Anyway thanks, it's very sweet of you to take the time try to clarify it for me. You are very much of a mystery.
Take care.

[pop_up_leeches]

bread and water like in prison.

[gufriend]

Ok, that are my thoughts (sorry I'm just an analytical person at times), as right or wrong they might be:

... it is about sex and drugs, my bread and water = ... it is about sex and drugs, my prisonYou are caught in a vicious circle of sex and drugs and like being in a prison you can't break out although you wished you could. You used them to not have to think about fears, pain, health problems and now you are addicted and they have become as bad if not worse than the original pain they should have helped you to forget

[pop_up_leeches]

"start again" is the most uninspiring phrase in the universe. 'cept when billy says it.

[gufriend]

Hehe, yeah and white would actually suit you very well I think.

You caught me talking/writing nonsense(*). Another try?
Start, I know you have the power to be one day who you really want to be

[pop_up_leeches]

white does indeed suit me well.

[gufriend]

Yeah to me for getting that right ;))

- and with white I really hope you mean white clothes (being now aware of your pleasure in playing with words and meanings my fantasy is strangely alerted)

Thanks for ping-ponging, I do enjoy it.

But the questions remain into a for you hopefully peaceful weekend.