OK, allow me to re-reclarify.
No. It's not any of you because the person I was talking about... SHE DOESN'T EXIST.
So no-one need take ANYTHING personal, like.
Good. Thanks. Some of you have emails coming now.
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The person I was referring to in the previous post isn't you. Trust me with this you sick twisted egomaniacs.
I can't sleep. I'm frightened that the insomnia is back again.
No fear. Fear is the mindkiller.
I reconfirmed a secret that long been known to men around the world today. I want, just like every man, to be Mr. Darcy.
There is something terrifyingly brave about how he declares his feelings to Elizabeth (both times, although most haunting and inspiring is the 2nd, of course). I wish I possessed an ounce of the strength that took. I need that strength to show someone special, the, uh, something special that he showed.
Look, it makes sense in my mind.
How does a man walk up to a Goddess and so perfectly capture the terrifying beauty of the damage that she does to him just by existing? The hideous glory of the first tender stabs of love starting the poke through the fragile reality that a man erects about him. The sublime pain of being in the same room. The shocking validation of a conversation, the assembled choirs that sing at a mere glance.
And that bastard Darcy captures it all in about 1 minute of talking.
Darlin', if you're reading then you too have bewitched me; enslaved me; body and soul. You set me free and yet own me at the same time, and I only wish I could actually tell you, but I have nothing to offer other than my words.
Still, I hear that words have tremendous power.
This is a break from the regular broadcast feed
"Hello? is this on?"
A frank and reasonable question that I need to ask myself of myself over the past week. I have been lost. This wretched, yet ruggedly handsome (go on. You know it's true) form has been suffering from invasion from some sort of hideous alien virus that has attempted to overwrite my DNA with it's own, cheaper and rather inferior brand. Enough of that now. I have won the battle of the alien DNAs with the help of hospitals and drips and drugs. Yay team me.
So now I'm switching parts of me back on that have been asleep for ages. This mostly involves around my brain, for I don't use my penis. The brain has booted up rather slowly, I've been BIOS re-missive and OS regressive, nor something. Damnit. I was going to try to draw humorous, yet complex geeky computer analogies to my brain, but it is beyond my powers at the moment. Fucking alien DNA virus thing.
So back in the real world, where I've been ill, if you remember, I am now getting better. Which is not better yet, it's merely getting better. There is more slander of my friends to come, it's been bubbling around in my head while I've suffered from a fever. The temperature (and the books I was trying to read at the time) brought an intriguing meld of fact to fiction, with my own hideous after touch. I hope to bring you some of this over the next weeks as I introduce you to the 13.
Yay. Happy 13!
Anyway, I'm going back to switching things on and seeing how they work. I can't remember how to use my stomach for anything other than projectile vomiting. Let's rectify that, I like food.
You now return to the regular broadcast feed
"Hello? is this on?"
A frank and reasonable question that I need to ask myself of myself over the past week. I have been lost. This wretched, yet ruggedly handsome (go on. You know it's true) form has been suffering from invasion from some sort of hideous alien virus that has attempted to overwrite my DNA with it's own, cheaper and rather inferior brand. Enough of that now. I have won the battle of the alien DNAs with the help of hospitals and drips and drugs. Yay team me.
So now I'm switching parts of me back on that have been asleep for ages. This mostly involves around my brain, for I don't use my penis. The brain has booted up rather slowly, I've been BIOS re-missive and OS regressive, nor something. Damnit. I was going to try to draw humorous, yet complex geeky computer analogies to my brain, but it is beyond my powers at the moment. Fucking alien DNA virus thing.
So back in the real world, where I've been ill, if you remember, I am now getting better. Which is not better yet, it's merely getting better. There is more slander of my friends to come, it's been bubbling around in my head while I've suffered from a fever. The temperature (and the books I was trying to read at the time) brought an intriguing meld of fact to fiction, with my own hideous after touch. I hope to bring you some of this over the next weeks as I introduce you to the 13.
Yay. Happy 13!
Anyway, I'm going back to switching things on and seeing how they work. I can't remember how to use my stomach for anything other than projectile vomiting. Let's rectify that, I like food.
You now return to the regular broadcast feed
There are a lot of stains on the carpet here. There are a lot of people that work here. There are a lot of people who make a lot of stains here.
There is a stain on the floor by the cupboard that looks like Patagonia. A lot of skill went into spilling a drink to create that fantasy. If you look closely at it there's a little kingdom developing and everything. I think the king is about to abdicate, either that or he is going to be deposed.
I would stay and watch, but there are other worlds to catch my eye. Away, away, away.
There is a little whirl as a small dust devil of leaves goes past. I'm sure they have another name her in the old country, but I look at it and I think devil. I wonder what it'd be like to be living in a world of platforms of leaves, where countries are up and down, as well as left and right. What new geo-political situations could we engineer? Would it be peaceful? Would the people below despise the people above, like in our cities, on with entire countries?
That world is becoming entirely too serious for my taste.
Away, away, away.
My mind wanders; my eyelids are beginning to get heavy. I'm tired. The imagination grinds to a halt, weary of the days work.
Outside a raven croaks. I don't think it looks too good for that king I saw earlier.