( If freedom is being alone - I fear liberation. )

( wanting change, but loving her just as she lies, is the burden of a man who has built his life on love. )

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In an empty vague place again. Damn it. Last night was so nice, except when it wasn't. Trying to add to the conversation, "That place destroyed my soul," and the Couch Potato's comment, "Well that's your soul's fault." Stupid kid doesn't know what the fuck he's talking about. Except for the part where maybe he does, and I don't know what's my own ( Read more... )

Things I want ( Read more... )

I've found what I want to make for Easter. These, right here. You can never have enough lemon. Of course, this means I need to access enough spending money this week to buy lemons, butter, and sour cream or yogurt. Here's hoping ( Read more... )

Today was productive in a silent, I'm-content-in-my-own-head kind of way. I drove my roommate to and from work on an empty tank of gas. I'm pretty sure the next time we go out (even if it's just to the gas station), the car will die on the way ( Read more... )

Last year I abstained
this year I devour

without guilt
which is also an art

If my soul was a book, it would be a book of Margaret Atwood's poetry. I own such a book. Thus, I own my soul.

( Resonating. )

I'll try something here, because talking and reading about humor at TQC has made me think about it. It's an easier angle to approach these thoughts than attempting to delve right in (which results in this Lady writing a sentence, thinking, next sentence I'll get to the details, and then chickening out and writing something vague again ( Read more... )

Note to self ( Read more... )