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[reluctantdagny]

Now comes the time of ice and frost
Of wind and violence.
Of slow death and muted decay.

The time of scarves and gloves
And visual voices puffing and breaking through the ice.

Frigid lips and limbs
And ringing bells calling
Among commuters.

Ignored, acknowledged, and sometimes answered.

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I feel as though if I had you here
I would have no idea

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[reluctantdagny]

I am sick and miserable. Illnesses always make my head hurt more then usual, like my brain resents its location. The only purity here is the feeling of wanting too bash my head in with a brick.

How are you?

I think the idea of beauty in suffering is a horrible lie.

[dondraper1990]

My own illness rests with that of psychological pain. A cerebral torture. Dysthymia... The times of wanting to wield and send a .45 through the temple or have a Johnnie Walker cocktail with the medication prescribed... It would sum up very concisely myself in the last couple of months.

I heartily apologise for your position currently and apologise for any insolence. I sincerely do extend my mind and spiriual shoulder to you as you have for me.

[reluctantdagny]

Don't do any of those.

We'll cuddle instead.

[dondraper1990]

I shall cherish that offer very much. The transmission of the energy from your arms into mine... We can watch Woody Allen films.

[reluctantdagny]

Good, old Woodie Allen!

I lurveeee Annie Hall sooo much. Have you ever heard his stand-up? Truly funny stuff.

[dondraper1990]

Oh yes! But only a little. I recently saw again my favourites Bullets Over Broadway and Match Point. Bullets Over Broadway reminds me of just how good John Cusack is. Just like in High Fidelity...