You
Made a sugar-high fool of myself in CWTS. But this is not the point.
The point is I've finished and am finishing stuff I should be working on, instead of thinking about how much of a "post-modern literary" piece of crap my "life" with C is.
(Please read his blog on friendster.)
After the arguement, he said, I won. I was right. "Thanks for the input." So to change the subject, and clarify some points of the psychological blog and shout out war, I ask him who his You is. I used to ask him who his (new) muse was and he says, none ( because he has people to choke in his arms intsead). But he says nothing. Well, in friendster ( Carl Cordero), he posts, " I want to wear You to work."
But read, dear friends, as some people tried to look into ( i.e. in CW class. Haha. ) , that we have lost ourselves in this space and who ever we wear, will become You, not ourselves, not of ourselves, not even of one single self. So C, if I am You, you do have a muse. And you are the Sophisticated one and your thoughts are too much up there in essence.
On that note, my realities are coming together. My siblings are accidentally meeting people from my many lives. There was Rapi from LB and Charlene from MHCS for Daph. There was GP and Aika for Tristan. There was Camzy and Migi for my dad and Gabe. Proof, that I am not imagining myself. My brother Tristan once so arrogarntly(and forgive me, idiotically) said he pitied me because I don't like any music. I told him, he simply didn't have any idea.
Also, I went to a Bingo thingy with my brother Odin for his part in the Knights of the Altar. My other siblings didn't come ( Well, Gabe dropped by but grew impatient.) so I had to play 14 tickets. Then a woman sat beside us with 26 and I said, " Okay, I'll stop complaining." She won a washing machine last time and was hoping for a fridge.(Odin wanted to win the fridge too. He's 11.) She didn't get it. Well, her sons are knights so she's in it for the fun times too. Odin and I noticed how meticulously she would glue her tickets to the table. (Odin waitered by the way.) We came home, the two of us, Odin with his pyromaniac sensibilities coming over again, wanting cook lots of food, with the idea of simply starting a fire for it, and joining all the Bingo contests he can. Cute, but, uh-oh.
The point is I've finished and am finishing stuff I should be working on, instead of thinking about how much of a "post-modern literary" piece of crap my "life" with C is.
(Please read his blog on friendster.)
After the arguement, he said, I won. I was right. "Thanks for the input." So to change the subject, and clarify some points of the psychological blog and shout out war, I ask him who his You is. I used to ask him who his (new) muse was and he says, none ( because he has people to choke in his arms intsead). But he says nothing. Well, in friendster ( Carl Cordero), he posts, " I want to wear You to work."
But read, dear friends, as some people tried to look into ( i.e. in CW class. Haha. ) , that we have lost ourselves in this space and who ever we wear, will become You, not ourselves, not of ourselves, not even of one single self. So C, if I am You, you do have a muse. And you are the Sophisticated one and your thoughts are too much up there in essence.
On that note, my realities are coming together. My siblings are accidentally meeting people from my many lives. There was Rapi from LB and Charlene from MHCS for Daph. There was GP and Aika for Tristan. There was Camzy and Migi for my dad and Gabe. Proof, that I am not imagining myself. My brother Tristan once so arrogarntly(and forgive me, idiotically) said he pitied me because I don't like any music. I told him, he simply didn't have any idea.
Also, I went to a Bingo thingy with my brother Odin for his part in the Knights of the Altar. My other siblings didn't come ( Well, Gabe dropped by but grew impatient.) so I had to play 14 tickets. Then a woman sat beside us with 26 and I said, " Okay, I'll stop complaining." She won a washing machine last time and was hoping for a fridge.(Odin wanted to win the fridge too. He's 11.) She didn't get it. Well, her sons are knights so she's in it for the fun times too. Odin and I noticed how meticulously she would glue her tickets to the table. (Odin waitered by the way.) We came home, the two of us, Odin with his pyromaniac sensibilities coming over again, wanting cook lots of food, with the idea of simply starting a fire for it, and joining all the Bingo contests he can. Cute, but, uh-oh.