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Briefly (A Cleverness Of Candles)
Feb. 7th, 2009 02:23 pm
Borrowing someone else's. Trying something new for insert reasons that involve insert judgments, open mouth, insert foot, la! I do adore the taste of my own kneecaps, for they are scarred and contortionate, and pain me sorely in even the littlest cold; I hate cold; I hate ice; I cannot respect either, though I try and try and try to understand.
Clang, splash, leap, flashes and flickers and vomit, all end up in pans, all just the same.
In English: I'm exhausted, but that's not new, and if needs be I can be reached by email.
I hate Facebook and will never like it and only JOINED IT because I was promised anime AND IT WAS A LIE; THE CAKE IS NOT ONLY A LIE IT IS RANCID AND ALSO CONTAINS RAZORBLADES.
Which is to say I admit to"the use of" has unfortunate "value" connotations if one bends the English, and here I meant only the literal present tense verb, FUCKING ENGLISH PREPOSITIONS, o sweetest softest eternal rage <3 using the thing, and acquiese to its existence as all conquered peoples must, but I absolutely refuse to use it for actual communication.
Also, no, I will not use those forty bajillion apps that collect even more cookies about me. I do not like them. It is nothing personal if I do not give you a little "high five" or a couple of pixels that are supposed to be soda or whatever. I just hate the damn things and can't justify "giving" a "present" I wouldn't wish on my worst foe.
No gift is infinitely better than a bad gift. Thus.
I really have to think of some email address that isn't mine, that holds no traces of my personality or outer information, yet isn't simply "person987", in that I don't check half the emails I have, and I only have something like four.
There must be more walls, higher walls, and truckloads more wire, razorwire doesn't rust, so there will have to be ye olden standby barbed wire also. And large slavering attack dogs that will never let go and cannot be dissuaded by meat or pummelings or the death of the target.
I am so tired of being found, and at the same time I was never good at hiding. Haven't the focus for such a thing. Isn't that good for a laugh, ah ha, ah ha, hah, except it isn't polite to laugh.
Relax; low blood sugar is all in your head.
The ceiling lights are dancing. ^_^
Clang, splash, leap, flashes and flickers and vomit, all end up in pans, all just the same.
In English: I'm exhausted, but that's not new, and if needs be I can be reached by email.
I hate Facebook and will never like it and only JOINED IT because I was promised anime AND IT WAS A LIE; THE CAKE IS NOT ONLY A LIE IT IS RANCID AND ALSO CONTAINS RAZORBLADES.
Which is to say I admit to
Also, no, I will not use those forty bajillion apps that collect even more cookies about me. I do not like them. It is nothing personal if I do not give you a little "high five" or a couple of pixels that are supposed to be soda or whatever. I just hate the damn things and can't justify "giving" a "present" I wouldn't wish on my worst foe.
No gift is infinitely better than a bad gift. Thus.
I really have to think of some email address that isn't mine, that holds no traces of my personality or outer information, yet isn't simply "person987", in that I don't check half the emails I have, and I only have something like four.
There must be more walls, higher walls, and truckloads more wire, razorwire doesn't rust, so there will have to be ye olden standby barbed wire also. And large slavering attack dogs that will never let go and cannot be dissuaded by meat or pummelings or the death of the target.
I am so tired of being found, and at the same time I was never good at hiding. Haven't the focus for such a thing. Isn't that good for a laugh, ah ha, ah ha, hah, except it isn't polite to laugh.
Relax; low blood sugar is all in your head.
The ceiling lights are dancing. ^_^
