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ADD well, the fact is most of the writing time so far has been over in other journals (what?...you didn't know candora was a writing addict?... and everything seems so so copecetic around planet c you say... well, one reason for that is the nature of the addiction and how I deal with it... oh, so now you really want me to tell all the secrets (the bodies are buried at...
even he doesn't know who I am and he lives here with a different name {see the personal info seldom stays the same cuz this privacy thing that humans seek seems to demand it on the other cheek} you may find a persona that is painted on an art form years in the making just don't blink, it might be gone that don't mean that I was faking understand this undertaking that is just the way it's played no one ever knows where all the bodies are laid or where real blood flows or how the wind blows or how many toes do the dance we do don't be afraid the dance we do is called the masquerade ah, the real world is behind the scenes, so pay no attention to the entity behind the curtain for anything resembling anyone might be or might not be but as long as the obscurity is safely intact {and the incipent TV never goes off and the world keeps whirling 'round}, you might notice some sort of odd resemblance here and there but respect for the privacy of others in the collective requires some measure of obscurity and some are obviously not me and others, well you must look into the eyes when you get here and you may find out what you have known all along and some help and some are just there cuz they deserve whatever miniscule publicity they might get from being on this obscure list of links in this obscure diary on this diaryland site on the www... and some lead to nowhere and maybe that'll change and maybe that is how I meant it to be... what?...didn't you know that there is no telling where a parentheses might lead?... or how?)... so anyway, I have been writing and this weekend, the upload happens... I think... maybe... it is the song that never ends... previous - - - - - - - - next - - - - - - - - comment? - - - - - - - -
I love you all for coming... for reading all these words for every click feels like more love (I know that sounds absurd) if I could only tell you... one thing more tonight I'd say I wish you could come home with me and be my friends for life |