Devious Journal EntryWatch me there, if you want. If not... my feelings won't get hurt.
HelI am all ticks and no tocks the living disgrace to my precisely clockwork fathers, wound too tight four valve heart with an aluminum casing I am the conspiracy of woman and machine in me the afterthought progressively loses rank all impulse translates to logic and becomes void wasted time recalculated changes necessity into reason I fall into line objective driven a provocative wasteland of manufactured flawlessness and desireless motivationHel
Absencein your absence I speak in great length and confidence to the holes in the floor every crack deepens at the faintest whisper as I talk of how the idea of you far surpasses the reality, my expectations sorely disregarded every day dream dismissed as my own desperate way of holding together the fragments of memories increasingly faint, wholeAbsence
pieces now inaccesible and yet I carry more than you did when our interactions were foremost in your thoughts
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My secret fear of being alone, I sit and hold hands with myself, I sit and make love to myself...
Cheers,
LB
PS: Loved American Gods and am surprised to see Ray Bradbury in your list of authors (then again maybe not) have you read any John Wyndam?
thank you for those wonderful words in my guestbook
they are keepers ^^
i shoulda expected that. heh
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My secret fear of being alone, I sit and hold hands with myself, I sit and make love to myself...
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My secret fear of being alone, I sit and hold hands with myself, I sit and make love to myself...
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