The gray days. The almost and not quite days. My days. Her days? Long days. The all days. The every days. The hot and cold days. The dead days that live days.

You have your reasons why, you've got them all in line; you think that I am blind, but I don't mind.

Go on and take everything from me, and more.

I don't mind.

You know, I miss me.

Holy mother of crap that was the most annoying fifteen minutes I have endured in a long time.

Note to self: Guin is the Prime.

Where are you, Guinevere?

I have to say, the more I read through my livejournals and such, the more I realize leaving Divergence may have been something of a Godsend. I don't mean any of this as an insult to you folks, but reading through my friend page...holy wow. It's like...the same stuff I could hit 'go back a year' and read in your journals before. Life is life, and I ( Read more... )

That the word 'paranoid' has a kind of purple taste in my head?

It's kind of hard to explain. I think of the word, and it has a weight to it that comes in a combination of emotion, color and flavor. Anybody else get that? Paranoid is like black and silver on a kind of silky purple backdrop. Which somehow tastes like purple?

Oh shit. Scouter ant.

In the sky!

...to give me a taste of the real thing then have to come back to this ( Read more... )