Not of your design
i don't think like you
so why should i write like you
my thoughts
my world
so why should i write like you
my thoughts
my world
(10/12/2003; 09:40pm) - found on a random sheet #1
There is one thing i always forget
| you don't choose | your challenges |
| ? | your challenges choose you |
again::but different::
but though with fever
and exhausted
and a cataclysm fast approaching
my heart is lighter for understanding this
.again
(09/28/2003; 01:03am) - moo moo
let's just imagine that i wrote something funny and insightful here
and leave it at that
(09/24/2003; 02:42am) - i fall into her eyes
its strange that i turned her into patchwork so i could love her.
escaping the disdain i heap upon the masses for their adoration
::of stars::
::of beauty::
::of what is percieved::
::and of what will never be::
::i knew a princess once::
by masking hope in a veil of ASCII.
allowing myself to only cover her being in the form of ones and zeros
pouring her essence down the notch fitted for script and code
tweaking the frequency of her beauty to match my cold binary heart
(09/22/2003; 03:25pm) - anger
helping a woman with basic computer skills
on a computer sytem designed for a chimp::mac os::
while behind schedule
my homicidal tendencies rise
(09/20/2003; 11:36pm) - as always
as i feel my heart pumping, about to emote
i drown it again
in ones and zeros
(09/15/2003; 01:17am) - and the day's geek award goes to.....
on my night stand is the following:
1 pair of eyeglasses
1 eyeglass case
stack of cds (each either dead or blank to be determined later)
1 copy of sql for dummies
1 copy of advanced php for flash
1 copy of flash math creativity
1 copy of heroes or monsters (annotations to volume 1 of the comic book league of extraordinary gentleman)
1 copy of paradise lost
.end
(09/07/2003; 10:43pm) - i hate
at this point
everything
and almost
everybody
::the end of the crappiest b-day week ever::
(08/16/2003; 02:43am) - first time in too long: off the cuff
illuminated by a phorosus screen
with the hum of the ac behind me
i wonder
who am i?
who is this being of
hope
power
potential
i realize
i still don't know::fully::
which is ok. in this moment of peace
::me. wondering::
(07/29/2003; 02:08am) - its good to know
with the sky crashing on our heads
it's good to know
the world spins on
babies still smile
and i can utter as if in a sitcom
"oh, amanda"::studio audience laughs. fade to black::
(07/27/2003; 05:29am) - i never cry
waiting for slumber
to take me to another day
that i know will be worse than this one
tears escape me