Monthly Archives: May 2004

What Friends Are

Wern, When I nearly got myself killed yesterday, you were the first person I thought of to tell. It’s easy; we’ve been friends so long, these are things we know, these are things we share. Bloody idiotic that even given the circumstances and how shaken I was, I was still busy mentally recording the details:

Six Months Later

. And I will be happy. . Dust has gathered in a thin but perceptible layer; it’s on everything. I’ve not cleaned my room in ages, and I trust you’d be quick enough to spot that this is a poor attempt at a metaphor for the state of my mind, my life. Recent, current, continuously

Damaged

  I found a couple of Tori-quotes about her song ‘Putting the Damage On’ that seem appropriate to the occasion:   “And of course Damage speaks for itself. The song, being herself damaged, it’s trying to teach myself about graciousness, and I have such a hard time with that. I have a very hard time.

Mercy

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Dragons

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