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Poetry - 23.01.05 Writing - 10.12.05      Older  � From the Heart  � Clairvoyant Elegy  � For the Ghosts of Our Time      Newer  � The Art of Cooking With Turnips  � Radical Dreamer  � Mystery in Red  � Cerulean Dust  � Emerald     nuTang  � Lauren  � ECHO  � Kevin  � Stephanie  � Syd  � Ciara  � Quint  � Rick  � Grace  � Jamie  � Maryann  � Bianca  � Teresa  � Tiffany  � EM.com  � Newgrounds  � Get your own Banana Guard today!  � Quizilla! (Ask if you want a link to mine.)  � Virtual Turntable  � Maddox  � Kefallaville  � Mr. Quach Welcome to Not Getting Run Over By A Forklift 101. For our first lesson we'll... ack! No. NO! What a terrible way to start the class! But aren't solar-powered vampires a bit impractical? Did you know I have somewhere around one hundred forty entires? The primary function of the United States Coast Guard (besides protecting the borders and patroling national waters) is to travel back in time and battle pirates! If wishes were squids, then beggars would write. With the ink, you see. The ink of SO MANY SQUIDS. "It doesn't get any more serious than a Rhinocerus about to charge your ass." Subscribe to this to blog if you would like to be emailed whenever it is updated. | ..:Dreaming:.. Saturday. 3.20.04 12:25 am I suppose my life would end up being a lot better if I believed a little more in myself... In my abilites and me as a person. There are a lot of things I have to overcome and it's not worth looking back to count them. I just have to strive to reach the tranquility I once held so dear and yet gave up so easily. Then maybe my mouth will moisten and be lifted from the dry feeling I always seem to have these days. Maybe I'm being unrealistic too, about... so many things, but so few at the same time. My world is out of proportion, the truly important things end up so small and ignored and all the vain facets of the world take their stead. But in minimizing the displacing those things, I distance myself without realizing and, in turn, expect too much from people and have that familiar unrealistic view on almost everything... Have you ever had that feeling where you're not sure if you're awake or if you're still dreaming? When noting seems to listen to you, nothing seems to care, nothing thinks anything of you? Having started the day like that, coming to a bitter realization, getting angry about it, and then realizing how feutile it was to think getting mad would solve anything, I know it couldn't have been like that - there's no way. I must be dreaming. Later, DS,
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