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Oh My.

September 9th, 2005 (03:46 am)
current song: The Man Who Sold The World, Bowie

"I cry for love/ Till all the plates are broken..." --Iggy Pop

I just logged out of LJ, and looked in on my journal.

Even with the locked posts present, this bit of electric ink has been
flailing of late--but to see it like this???

*head in hands*

I miss the days when everything was just allowed.

When I was naive and just wrote and wrote and wrote.

Before protocol was known to me, and mistakes had been made.

Before I knew what a filter was for.

*strums fingers, tugs on her cigarette*


I've become so very uninteresting.


The Polaris has shifted.

I have to recreate this place for myself.
It will never be as it was before, but I am not satisfied with
what it has become.

I want it to be a place suspended.
and Full.

I am not giving it that kind of attention.

The crutch of the locked post?

I started this as a writing exercise.
I wanted to see what would happen to my journal
when other people could see it.

4 and a half years ago?
Seems longer.

It has become a diary.
That dirty word disophy1 used a decade and more ago
to describe what I knew was my work.
The word, I fought him over.

I am not writing.

I am not writing anymore.


This place is pudding.
Anti-Al Dente.

My head isn't in it.


This is what I do, and I am not doing it well.


*rubs eyes*

I shouldn't be tired.

Please bring me a pasty little 23 year old UT Philosophy Student
in worn Chucks, with an itchy black tattoo of Cervantes ilk on his forearm.
Bathe him and bring him to me
for my Birthday.

I promise I will chew before I swallow.

Comments

Posted by: Prufrock's Peach (bluemamie)
Posted at: September 9th, 2005 09:11 am (UTC)

"I miss the days when everything was just allowed".

that is the unfortunate drawback to having lots of real life friends on my friends page.
i find that i edit myself alot more frequently as a result. i care too much and pause over the keys.

i wish i didn't, but ah, well, what can you do?

Posted by: Pumping Iron Hearts (woundedmarigold)
Posted at: September 9th, 2005 12:25 pm (UTC)
I would like one of those boys as well...
alive

Fuck man, I hear ya.

Posted by: Bobby (mezaway)
Posted at: September 9th, 2005 12:39 pm (UTC)

Shall I expect you for a random TV show tonight on sci-fi at 9pm? :)

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: September 9th, 2005 05:37 pm (UTC)
FuzzyKittyhead

Oooh!!!
I so want to come--but eastland has surprised me
with the best B-Day Prezzie possible, he's flying here for the party!!!
His plane lands tonight around 10 PM, and I cannot wait to see him.

*DANCEY DANCEY DANCE*

But I would love to join you NEXT week!

Posted by: Imaginary Mongoose Solutions, Inc (moonandserpent)
Posted at: September 9th, 2005 01:17 pm (UTC)

I think I know exactly how you feel.

Posted by: Glenn (gev)
Posted at: September 9th, 2005 02:22 pm (UTC)
cute boy

I know a pasty philosophy student but he's a little older, and I doubt
he's got Chucks, worn or no. He does have a couple neat tattoos though.

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: September 9th, 2005 05:45 pm (UTC)
Re: cute boy
Catwoman 2

I'm in the mood to maul a young man-cub in horn-rimmed glasses!

Posted by: emily (tugena13)
Posted at: September 9th, 2005 02:31 pm (UTC)
wonder twins

i know what you mean and i sympathize.

still, i like reading your posts (and your writing style in general), filtered or pudding tho' it may be.

Posted by: imbarelythere (imbarelythere)
Posted at: September 9th, 2005 02:38 pm (UTC)

You are not uninteresting or I wouldn't have friended you. Have heart hun.

"Faith is the belief in something that routinely fails you."
-Me

Posted by: Coffee Shop Whore (skidspoppe)
Posted at: September 9th, 2005 02:48 pm (UTC)
The words that were in your background...

We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when
Although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend
Which came as some surprise I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone, a long long time ago

Oh no, not me
I never lost control
You're face to face
With The Man Who Sold The World

I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home
I searched for form and land, for years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazely stare at all the millions here
We must have died along, a long long time ago

Who knows? not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With the Man who Sold the World


Though they were a little appropriate.

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: September 9th, 2005 05:44 pm (UTC)
Re: The words that were in your background...
Explodex's Ginger

Me too.

^_^

Posted by: Linus VanPelt (linus52)
Posted at: September 9th, 2005 06:00 pm (UTC)

I promise I will chew before I swallow.

whimper

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: September 9th, 2005 07:50 pm (UTC)


Heh.

*Evil Grin*

Posted by: Public Joy Killing Birthday Gang (bloodlossgirl)
Posted at: September 9th, 2005 06:37 pm (UTC)
I wish I didn't know what you mean ...
absolutepie

... but I do. Life was easier when I knew less people. When I wrote what I thought and felt, heedless of audience - there was no audience.

but these are hard times. I have faith we'll come back to the way we want things to be.

*cheers*

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: September 9th, 2005 07:52 pm (UTC)
Re: I wish I didn't know what you mean ...
Esmetutu's Grasshopper Mouse!

*nods*

Agreed.

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