Date: 27-September-2007, 17:51 Subj: Star Filter:    Public Tags: musing

I'm just no good with sharing. I want to make a point, and I can't even get it right to myself. I want something and know that I don't really want it at the same time. I'm content with my discontent, but it never stops the yearning, and the yearning seems to be all I really want.

I still yearn.

What I yearn for sounds pitiful spelled out.

The darkside.

What I have makes my nose curl.

Angelic light.

See? When I get to this point the weight of "fuck that noise" comes crashing upon me and there's nothing more I can think to say. "How fucked up is that?"

How dark is dark enough? Do you want to be frightened? Scared? Scarred? Paranoid? Wounded? Crazy?

Angelic light? Who the fuck are you kidding? Seriously. You mean like, "In a pit full of demons, I'm the least of your worries?" Yeah. I think that's it.

This entire sentiment is full of -

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