It’s called a “changeover.” The movie goes on, and nobody in the audience has any idea. No one really knows that they’ve seen it. But …
its a bitch of an emotion to deal with, especially when you know you’re being rediculous.
baby’s got a problem tries so hard to hide got to keep it on the surface because everything is dead on the other side
We’re in this together now i’ve become impossible holding on to when when everything seemed to matter more the two of us all used and …
sleepy, i think.. after pa and i took the Myer/Briggs test, we launched head-long into a 58 minute ‘argument’ about it all… the most memorable …
i started looking into personality typology years ago, and i had an urge to go back to it… anyway, i took an online test, which …
i had an odd dream this morning.. i was travelling around north Queensland (where i grew up) on a bus, with a group of people.. …
ow, ow, ow, ergh, and argh goddamn. and wtf..? that’s a pretty accurate description of my day… the confusion that set in late last night …
wow. 45 pages, eh? ‘s a lot.. but, back to art. oh, that again.. i can hear the groaning from here. i had dobbed myself …
‘s been another exhausting day and what.. I’ve got the house to myself for the next week.. oooOOOOooo…. art art art.. i finished off, and …
med·i·ta·tion (n) 1 a The act or process of meditating. 1 b A devotional exercise of or leading to contemplation. 2 A contemplative discourse, usually …
Silent tears.
A lonely face.
A hidden fear, not easily traced.
A silent voice.
A faceless face.
An empty body.
An eternal chase.
A repeated nightmare.
A sleepless night.
A pillow hugged – so very tight.
Wide eyes.
Nothing within.
A single tear running thin.
“A mystery wrapped inside an enigma wrapped inside a parcel of fish and chips wrapped inside a great dark thing.”
bleh.. sleeplessness.. for oh so many obvious reasons.. oh, all hell’s broken loose every which way i turn. whee. sings stuck in the middle with.. …
just feel like i should post something.. chocolate is teh f00d of teh Gods.. reload, reload.. drawing.. falls out of chair batty was talking about …
Happy Birthday Mum.. not that you read this, but nevermind, i rang you anyway.. how many things have i said that you haven’t heard? how …
lying on the ground in the park, staring up at the Southern Cross, wondering how much i’d miss it when/if i were to go away… …
i got the spice……. and i didn’t have to go to Hong Kong, or South Dakota to find it…. muahaha.. anywho.. i’m going back to …
i tried.. honest.. i am sleepy, but my brain won’t shut down.. i have no idea what the hell i’m doing awake.. eh, well, i’m …
