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Depression
I require a place to vent this evening, and so I share with those of you who still use this venue. Read on, or not, it is your choice, though you are warned the content is less that sunshine and roses ( Read more... ) -
Checking in...
Much has changed in three years, gentle readers. I've seen and done many things I would reverse time to have not seen and done ( Read more... ) -
Salutations
It has been too long since i have posted. I have neither died nor "gone straight", I assure you. I have merely been biding my time. -
Drama-Llama
For the most part, drama is for shite and should be treated as such. If one is incapable of keeping oneself in their own pants, don't share with the class. If one is a braying jack-ass, do not expect friends to stay friends unless they are in to that sort of thing. Above all, do not put words into other's mouths, and do not assume anything. Ask if ( Read more... ) -
Musings
"I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name ( Read more... ) -
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Aye, I'm still here. My computer access is limited, again, so I am haunting a friend's machine, again. -
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Rarely, my readers, do I have time to come here and regale you with the tales of my exploits of late. Life takes it's toll, usually from the waking moments, and so we pas into the realms of insomnia and melatonin overdoses.
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I believe I would rather play with myself, alone, and be frustrated for the want of flesh, than to reward and be rewarded for lackluster behaviour. Something special and wonderful lies beside me in the night, and I cannot seem to see it clearly beneath the layers of frustration and resentment. I am not even sure the resentment is earned. -
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A chill draft curls about my ankles, the sweet scent of night jasmine carried on its tendrils. The chill finds my flesh tempting and slides higher, only to be rebuked by my heat. Jasmine fills my head, making it light, clearing it of the day...