{I don't know. I named it "Cloak Lady." It's from www.elfwood.com}




"With everything that I do, I hope that they see people struggling to live decent, moral lives in a completely chaotic world. They see how hard it is, how often they fail, and how they get up and keep trying. That, to me, is the most important message I'm ever going to tell."- Joss Whedon

Thanks for the quote, Typical American Husband.

Amanda -

"Well have a nap. Zennn fire zee missles!"

PEW PEW PEW!

"Reflection Eternal." www.fantasya.net.

My evening.

{Found on www.elfwood.com}



I trembled.

I was grounded by clutching the grass and by feeling the earth beneath my feet.

The tactile touch of the world is smooth.

I want to gently caress it.

"It's not right for a woman to read. Soon she starts getting ideas, and thinking."

Thanks for the quote Rae!

{Can't site it again. God that pisses me off. Saved as "Shadows". Probably from Fantasya.}

"Pause you who read this, and think of the long chain of thorns or of flowers, of iron or of gold, that would never have bound you, but for the formation of that first link on one memorable day."~Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

Great quote Lauren OC.

3y3 b31i3\/3 7Hi5 pi3(3 i5 (4113) "Sad Kimiko in Snow." It'5 by Fred Gallagher. 1337 H4x02. U (4N fiNd HiM @ http://www.megatokyo.com/) I miss my sister.

And my Auntie and Uncle B.

Why is my family estranged?

(Sarah Brightman is kicking my mp3 player. "Harem." Check out her awesomeness at http://www.sarah-brightman.com/frame.html)

Quote of the [insert time unit here].

("Shine" by Min Kwon. I believe I found it at http://www.fantasya.net/)
There is a fine line between psychosis and enlightenment.

You let that "ruminate whilst I illuminate the possibilities."

If you know what that quote is from I'll sing you the song.

Oh Em Gee.

(Image found on http://www.fantasya.net/ before I knew better than to not cite all my sources. Please don't hate me, artist of the abyss. The painting default saved as "lea.")
I think I just lost an entry.

I'm not familiar with Blogger yet.

I bleeping hate losing entries.

::closes eyes, breathes deeply::

Okay.

The point of the post was to display my friend Angel's poetry. It spoke to me. She wrote it on 6.24.06. It was untitled.

I loved a whore, once; so people would talk about me.He danced, sometimes, across my firelit flesh.Fingertips s c r a w l i n g, tracing, patterns of stars and hearts his secret:; messages, meant for me, or whoever resides.His voice, teasing, carressingmy hair, causing a gentle stirring inside.He cradled my ribcage, and murmed of frivolties, loud music, and substances we've all adored, at one point or another.Ever-encompassing, he entertwined his legs with mine, slightly teasing my freshly polished toes with his own.Red lacquer, messily applied, reveals nothing.

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Quote I thought of.

(Rose under ice. Picture taken by my boy. Summer . . . 2000 . . . and . . . 4.)
I thought of this a few days ago. I have to go find the sticky note I wrote it on . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Found it. I wrote it on the back of a crossword puzzle book. I have so many notes just lying around. It's eerily like that independent film "Memento" up in here. Someone remind me to combine all my post-its into one big list.

But the quote. I was crying in my boy's arms and telling him everything that flew through my head while he held me with the promise that it'll be fine . . . and I was saying things like . . . "I'm Jekyll & Hyded . . . "

Gah! I can't find the direct quote response he had for me!

But anyway. He said to me that he loved them both. Both my Jekyll and my Hyde.

It was at that point that I balled some more.




Hmmm.

Maybe I should name my own polars.

Not use what Robert Louis Stevenson made up . . . but make up my own names.

Like . . . "Who I want to be" and "Who I end up being."

::beat::

It's just not as concise. Looks like RLS got it smack on.

Regardless.

I haven't even posted the quote I meant to yet.

The quote was . . .

And this rings in my mind like a mantra . . .

These words came from my frantic, frazzled lips . . .

"I write so I remember."

And so I shall. Even if it's only to myself. I'm all I've had since . . . as long as I can remember. No one else is in my skull with me. It's just me.

Just my squishy, confused matter and my inability to apply logic.

::sigh::

I'm still writing in blood red. I think I'll keep it that way.

I'm going to journey onto campus now.

I'm inducing confidence by dressing fabulously and pretending I don't hate my burden (those extra 30-odd lbs.).

It works ladies. It works.

I sure as hell know those guys I flirted with yesterday didn't notice a damn piece of my pudge. (^_~)

Outtie for now.

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A pensive picture. Stupid can't-upload-photo-until-I-post-it policy. I just want a profile pic!

One of the only pictures that I can look at and tell myself I'm beautiful.