i was making a stamp...
just fartin' around and
then BAM!
my poor little ole laptop
had a stroke...
how sad
(heavy sighs, daddy-ohs,
heavy size...)
but now the house is too,
too terribly quiet...and i can
hear myself
smoking...
inhaling...
the gerbils in the kitchen...
faking their escape....
never going anywhere when it works
and they get out...
they plop onto the linoleum
and just sit there
gone all tharn...
what a waste of effort...
i wish the air would come back on...
sometimes, okay alot,
i wonder why post any bits of a
journal here on line...
if i want the world to see my
hidden bits, i'd just staple
copies of my diary radomly to
telephone poles around town
and invite comments...
here's what i was thinking
when no one else was around
and i wrote it down, all to myself and
now?
now i'm going to make it completely
public and act like it's really dark and
secret things i'm sharing with you...
well, that's a rant...
but seriously...
does anyone really believe what
we're seeing here?
does anyone of us really believe
we are getting the unvarnished truth
behind a person, when we know
that people don't even give you
that face to face??
not to diminish what is going on here,
i feel like i am making connections,
but out of the past 11 yrs i've been
with my husband, i have only ever
made one friend...and at that, it was
only very recently, so he thought i
was never going to make a friend!
now he's picking on me like a dork,
teasing me, but
the thing is, here is where i socialize now...
here is my coffee shop, my bar...
my cheers, but just like those places,
i am not seeing you (whoever "you" are)
at home...you may be there in your pj's
but i only see what you put out there...
i am no exhibitionist, i'm putting stuff out
there, but its crafted...i don't think i am
the only one...but
this entry is more or less a test anyway...
i don't think anyone is watching...
COMMENTS
Yep..you're wrong ~grins~
...i don't doubt it for a minute...
:)
but which part?
I watched!
so i thought i was going to start this
great story and i've got rough
notes and vagueness-es and
still nothing posted...
i'm thinking of how to deliver
it...i was thinking of something
like a radio play, but written,
still really mostly concerned with dialogue
maybe i'm just trying to come up
with a way to avoid describing
settings...i've always prefered
the mix in a graphic novel, but
they're soooooooo done and i
don't know that i've got enough for
full-on stories...they just always seem
to be snippets of conversation...
i am definitely going to begin
what i hope will become a full and
complete story…i feel foolish…
oh well…
:)
i hate it when i wallow,
where do you go to get
away from yourself?
it should be the easiest
thing in the world, i see
who i want to be, i know
exactly what i should do,
and here i sit...just staring at
the do-ers of the world...
so freaking foreign...so
absolutely uncomfortable in
my own skin...
there's not enough drugs
in the world to make me
feel at home in
my own mind...
and the inescapable
feeling that i'm totally full
of bullshit...
what is truth?
COMMENTS
the truth is, acknowledge and accept the madness, then carry on.. Swallow it whole like the serpent eats his meal. Let it slide on down like the smoke you inhale .. but upon exhale.. swallow it all throughly and carry on with the demon inside of you.. Only you know of his existance, I can assure you of that.. then finish what you have started...
...thank you...
it's logically sound...
i like it...
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