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[phryx]

tell me a story. tell me a secret. tell me where you were in nineteen-ninty-five. tell me a dream or a memory. give me a piece of something. my hands are empty.

anonymous. just tell me, blue car, gold star.

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[anonymous]

i love the way my dog's forehead smells, but she snarls when i press my face close to hers for too long.

[phryx]

that's life, right there.

[anonymous]

lately, i can't stop thinking of this boy who i cheated on my boyfriend with. he doesn't know that i betrayed him like that. i haven't talked to the boy in months, it would be weird calling him, now from another state. would it be weirder if i called in august when i'm back at school?
i guess i'm just afraid that there are other things in the world that i'm missing out on.
really, the sex was better with the other boy.
i wish i could combine them both, love and lust.

[phryx]

i would call. eventually the best of both worlds will turn into the worst of one world (yours), but it's worth it for the moment, right? when all we have is moments.

i used to know the difference between love and lust. everything looks the same now, you know? the outcome never really changes.

[anonymous]

I just got out of the shower and I am naked and sitting in front of the computer. Yesterday I was in atlanta and DC in the same night. I drove for 10 of 12 hours. I dont know how to act really, at all, but I was cast in a low budget film.. I am trying to find a cast of people who would work for free, to read for the other roles.. we need a male lead, but the only people I can think of, I've had some past weird situation with.. and its way too ironic that the male lead is named Michael, and the only Michael I know, would fit so well. I took my boyfriend to my old house today, this french women lives there now. She paints, and has turned everything from my moms pastels, to bright primary colors. It doesn't look like where I grew up, and thats the oddest thing.. everything felt smaller of course.

[phryx]

this is beautiful. the world is shrinking. my face in the mirror is the same face i see on street corners and bar stools. i don't know, this isn't making sense... but 10 hours straight. let's take a roadtrip.

[anonymous]

I wish I wasnt so shy. I know I could get any guy/girl I wanted if I wasnt. It sucks because I dont know what to do about it. Im afraid I will end up alone forever because Im not able to ask someone out on a date. I just hope I dont end up with some old pervert.

[phryx]

i know this well. i wish i had advice, because while waiting for the other to ask you out works out some of the time, it seems that the person you would really like to date is waiting for you to ask, too. sick cycle.

[cadenceme]

I almost died earlier this year, and that's when I said this has to end. So I gritted my teeth and tried, and failed, and cried, and thought so vehmently that everything was useless I wrote a 17 page essay about my thoughts on life for philosophy class instead of focusing on Kant. My professor told me I needed to rewrite my essay, and I told her I couldn't, and she looked at me, very sternly and said "of course you can." And obviously she was right, so I did. I sat down and scrawled down an essay about Immanuel Kant, throwing in Nietzsche references whenever I could, because even though Nietzsche's work is replete with the negative, he still believes in the prowess of man. He doesn't think that we should ever submit. We must reach towards human 'greatness,' no matter how amorphously defined such greatness might be. I tried to define greatness, only to decide that greatness applies itself differently to every individual, and that for some greatness might mean reaching political aspirations, for others it might be having children

[phryx]

i am glad you wrote this. i miss your updates.

i want to get to that place. "And I grit my teeth again and work to feel and I am alive. So alive. And it is wonderful." i need to get there.

[aerodrome1]

I miss your e-mails and photos.

[aerodrome1]

I miss you.