be random
what is now
when is then
where is email
who i am
how it is
why it is
leave a note?
share me, share you
make me smile
thank you

other journals
(of course I should be sleeping)
(what's life got to do with it?)

about me
(too much to know at once)
friend?
(tic tic tic, toc)

BE MY GUEST (BOOK)

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MONOLOG

duality

her eyes like windows
trickling rain
upon her pain
getting weaker
but you know
��no one can free her...

Cat Stevens����������


the rage may be a form of psychosis or logic, as sanity and insanity are two sides of the same coin and in a multidimensional universe, everything that exists has more than one side... there is no yin without yang, no dark without light, no criss without cross, no anger without desire, no black without white, no passion without confusion, no time without space... but what has that to do with love?...

sad hyperactive beauty
so full of doubts and confusion
she's digging a whole in illusion
can't keep up with her own moods
no time to give up and die
just time to live out the lie
wondering why even try
��dreaming of dreaming to fly...

listening to Patsy Cline go walking after midnight
trying to imagine a time when it was safe for a young girl to do that
listening to West Side Story dreaming of that elusive somewhere
a place for us, now that must be where it's at

and a mental disorder called rumor
I am draw to her diversity
at least in the music she claims as her own
here or there, somewhere, together alone
she is someone I have known

sad analytical beauty
so full of doubts and confusion
she's digging a whole in illusion
can't keep up with her own moods
no time to give up and die
just time to live out the lie
wondering why even try
��dreaming of dreaming to fly...

listening to REM looking for salvation
trying to remember when is was so simple to do that
listening to 8 Mile dreaming of that elusive somewhere
a place for us, now that must be where it's at

and a mental disorder called anger
I am draw to her insanity
at least in the madness she claims as her own
here or there, somewhere, together alone
she is someone I have known

sad pathetic beauty
so full of doubts and confusion
she's digging a whole in illusion
can't keep up with her own moods
no time to give up and die
just time to live out the lie
wondering why even try
��dreaming of dreaming to fly...

but she is beautiful
in spite of her warrior scars
she is beautiful
even passed out on the bar
she is beautiful
waiting for someone to save her soul
she is beautiful
even out of control

sad synthetic beauty
so full of doubts and confusion
she's digging a whole in illusion
can't keep up with her own moods
no time to give up and die
just time to live out the lie
wondering why even try
��dreaming of dreaming to fly...

candora

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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


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