Comments | inamourata: She dreams in color, she dreams in red.

inamourata

She dreams in color, she dreams in red.

Jun 25, 2005 00:50

I have always felt there to be a horrific quality about the fish. Perhaps it's the way they struggle after being caught; their mouths opening in a futile gulp, the relentless flapping upon a dry surface, their glassy eyes that stare out into space even before they're dead. I never realized my disgust until the nightmares. The meat fish I made ( Read more... )

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seasand June 25 2005, 08:10:45 UTC

I am always so happy to see you update. Please take pictures of your bohemian flowing white purity days.

inamourata June 26 2005, 22:52:48 UTC

Those are the only days to remember.

oh, sweet love of life. . . mizery June 25 2005, 10:02:11 UTC

The image of the knight is always there hanging over our heads, and for some reason or another the thought still fascinates me. I too know what it is like to know that only a certain key fit in the lock and...well, off we are to save ourselves.

Re: oh, sweet love of life. . . inamourata June 26 2005, 22:59:26 UTC

It still fascinates me somewhat as well, & I'm glad actually, because it means I haven't grown so entirely jaded... to still carry those young girl fantasies that way.

Re: oh, sweet love of life. . . mizery June 27 2005, 02:16:08 UTC

Same here...

sarahdenise June 25 2005, 14:34:52 UTC

I feel the exact same way about dancing - It's so rare that anyone understands. I like dancing like that, but prefer to do it alone or with someone I'm completely attracted to.

That girl is definitely a flake... But at least you have good male friends. I hope when he visits you find some time together as you still need and want it.

I can't ever leave or let go of people I fell for, in some fashion, either. It drives everyone I know crazy. Loyalty is wonderful and at times painful. (Sorry if I misinterpreted that.)

inamourata June 26 2005, 23:08:53 UTC

People use eachother left & right all over the dance floor and it's never been fun or pleasureable to me, nothing more than actually kind of gross. I agree with you completely, because it's exactly how I feel. I'd much rather dance in group of friends, if it's a 'girl's night out' that sort of thing, but sometimes they trail off with strange men... and well, then I'd just rather sit down by that time. If men were more respectful and knew how to keep their distance things might be different, but they rarely ever want anything less than a chance to touch, or feel, or get really damn close. And the only one I permit to do that would be someone I am actually dating or seeing who has touched me before and whom I would want to touch me again ( ... )