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I Choose My Own End

12/20/09 02:43 am

  I need a better way to sort through my brain. I no longer feel that this name, these posts, or any of the memories associated here are a part of who I want to be in the future. I am trying so hard to change all the sadness and negativity that has surrounded me in the last few years. I still want very much to keep up with the people I have come to care deeply for, so feel free to start fresh with me at LesserSpaces. ♥.

12/19/09 07:38 pm

Ah, creativity.

  Our lives are all about to get a little more hectic, and a lot more full of love. I'll be back to Livejournal-land around the first of the year; with a thousand pictures and stories to share. Merry Christmas/Hanukkah/Kwanzaa/what-have-you. Find peace. ♥

12/12/09 09:32 pm


12/11/09 03:33 am

   "I love you," Buttercup said. "I know this must come as something of a surprise, since all I've ever done is scorn you and degrade you and taunt you, but I have loved you for several hours now, and every second, more. I thought an hour ago that I loved you more than any woman has ever loved a man but half an hour after that I knew that what I felt before was nothing compared to what I felt then. But ten minutes after that, I understood that my previous love was a puddle compared to the high seas before a storm. Your eyes are like that, did you know? Well they are. How many minutes ago was I? Had I brought my feelings up to then? It doesn't matter." Buttercup still could not look at him. The sun was rising behind her now; she could feel the heat on her back, and it gave her courage. "I love you so much more now than twenty minutes ago that there cannot be comparison. I love you so much more now than when you opened your hovel door, there cannot be comparison. There is no room in my body for anything but you. My arms love you, my ears adore you, my knees shake with blind affection. My mind begs you to ask it something so it can obey. Do you want me to follow you the rest of your days? I will do that. Do you want me to crawl? I will crawl. I will be quiet for you or sing for you, or if you are hungry, let me bring you food, or if you have thirst and nothing will quench it but Arabian wine, I will go to Araby, even though it is across the world, and bring a bottle back for your lunch. Anything there is that I can do for you, I will do for you; anything there is that I cannot do, I will learn to do.."

                     --William Goldman's The Princess Bride

11/20/09 05:52 am - FACTOID (series) 5 [also late]

Here's a big spill, because I keep forgetting to do two in one day:

I hate shoes,
I lather-rinse-repeat,
I'm afraid of hospitals,
I usually break the speed limit
by at least 8 mph but always
use my turn signals and call anyone
going too slow or even too fast
without signaling a cocksucker
I have no concept of time;
and I am the most devoted person
who has ever walked the earth during sex,
but when it's time to cuddle and relax
I insist you lightly tickle every inch
of exposed skin until I fall asleep.

Also: I really enjoy the feeling of going poop.
Once you have spent 9 months being plugged up by
a baby and everything you consume, even water,
you learn to really appreciate a good deuce.

11/15/09 12:33 pm

"Smell this. It smells like oranges."

11/10/09 01:16 pm

"Grace," taught a debtor
"Daily I'm strained to be."
God, how I feel it.
Fetter pride to your feet.

I'm going to leave you the first chance I get.

11/8/09 06:07 pm

  "Ya know, kiddo; Love isn't some one-time-deal. Every new Love will be like your first breath of fresh air. It'll be the most passionate and truthful Love you've ever felt, every time. And sometimes Love doesn't confine you to just one person, sometimes you just Love too many people."

  "Have you ever loved more than one person at a time, Ma?"

  "Me? Hell no, I loved weed and I loved to get drunk. I never loved anybody as much as I loved myself.. Did I ever tell you about when my dad found my cigarette butts in the ashtray and ran around telling my mom he knew about 'the little whoreman' he thought she was seeing. He hollered whoreman for two hours before my mom made me come smoke a cigarette in front of him.. Hah."

10/28/09 05:14 pm

Tabula rasa.

That's all, I guess.

10/26/09 05:18 pm

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