September 2011
20 posts
What am I?
I’m haunted, plain and simple. Loves of the past are stopping any forward motion tonight. They have been holding me back for a long time. I never jump anymore. The last time I hit the rocks.
My parents pushed me into the rabbit hole.
Let’s see how far it goes, shall we?
“Amplification is a constant movement of extension. I don’t stop for anyone...”
– Krysten Jankowski
One of my earliest memories...
and probably the most important lesson I’ve ever learned came from my father.
The company that my father worked for when I was old enough to walk on my own held a company picnic every year. On this particular year that I remember, I had become old enough for my dad to take me on the water slides. I was so excited the first time my dad took me to the line. I waited what seemed a lifetime...
And so here it is...
either you accept me, or you don’t. I have a compulsive personality, which means if you think you have me figured out, you don’t. In love, if you want me you need make it known, because until I find the one, I’m gonnna keep moving, (also due to my compulsive personality) and I don’t care how wide the wake is behind me. I’m looking for reciprocation. My armor grows...
It always seems like....
every time you start into a semi-romantic interest with someone, two or three more pop up out of nowhere, vying for your attention as you, now in a tailspin of indecision, attempt in vain to make a choice and lose the others in an invariably messy and unresolved climax of sexual tension and “we’ll keep in touch”-type empty assurances. Of course after the main interest decides to...
“I was too young to remember the time when I was innocent. Adversity struck me at...”
“Strike me down
Give me everything you’ve got.”
– Sneaker Pimps- Lightning Field
sassmasterpnut asked: You know that I didn't make that picture right? And also you used improper grammar in correcting the grammar on the photo.
It's a depressing thought....
To think that I was born on a double digit year, like my father and his father before him, and that my child, perhaps a son, would have also been born on a double digit year.
Today I say it in writing.....
in my short, but experienced history with life, I have discovered that there are few women who are like minded unto myself who are not clinically insane or deeply imbalanced. So I give up. As it was quoted in a movie that I cannot remember at the moment, and may be embarrassed to actually know “It is only when we have given up on everything, that we are free to do anything”. That being...
“All’s fair in love and Wernicke.”
modern-l0ve asked: Considering you to be a writer, do you ever find that what your saying gets lost in the way that you you want to say it? But the words, and how eloquently you can arrange them, just seem to be calling you? Rather than the idea you were trying to convey in the first place?
“Sometimes I think that the world throws things our way just to see what might...”
Sometimes.....
I just wonder. I totally do.
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It might be the way your eyes find mine, telling me things that don’t need to be said aloud.
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If I asked you to listen would you give me an ear
Change gears, look into my eyes, tell me that you are sincere
I ask for affirmation, please just tell me the same, tell me
Not to steal my words but you really do, you know that this game
Was not meant to be played with one hand
Drawing lines in the sand
Wrong to demand, like you always said that balance was key
That there could never be...
