Feed the Tree.

[wolven7]

Tell me a secret. No screening, but you can post anonymously, and e-mail me if you want me to know who you are.

Think of me as an Ash Tree, with a hole in the centre.

Play nice.

To tell you some more about what I want from you, otherwise, giana asked what I get from this project, and I said the following:

"A reinforced sense of self. a more clear understanding of who and what I am, in the world[.] I know what I am, from my perspective[,] I know the things I try to put into the world.

"I get power, capability, belief, the ability to act on a number of levels, and have more magical potency, over-all. And, should anyone ask for it, the ability to do the same for them[;] to concentrate my thoughts of them down into an essence, and give it to them. Sometimes I think it's the only way to break through certain barriers of self-esteem and -worth. Those things that have to come from inside the person. Knowing that these things are inside you, or they couldn't be seen by other people, knowing that you Are more than even you can see, at a given time. Wonderful ego boost[.]"

So think of me, no matter who you are, and tell me a secret, if you are so inclined.

Comments

[raoin.livejournal.com]

i am afraid of most new technology until i acclimate to it

i actively pick at my face

my rich inner fantasy life does not include sex, it is the one theme that i can fully attribute to my subconscious.

[(Anonymous)]

all mirrors lie.

[(Anonymous)]

Think of you and then tell you a secret? An interesting variation. Here are the secrets you make me think of:

Somehow I never quite manage to become good friends with the people, or type of people, that I really want to be friends with.

I want a beautiful house, a garden, children and a matching living room set. I also want to live in a cheap, communal house decorated with stolen street signs where I party and drink and live the punk rock dream. Being torn between these two desires I never fully live out either.

I have a game

[karishi.livejournal.com]

I am more prepared than most people in the world for near-impossibilities. For instance, I constructed a mental existential value loop when I was seven, to the purpose of causing mental anguish to clones of me that could read my mind, or who were perfect copies but knew they were clones. To handle the other kind, I have a series of questions to which only I know the answers. I worked out how I would deal with being part of a group of myself, so that truly perfect copies of me would not result in a "who's real" slugfest; we would be allies.
The value loop, and the questions, of course, I can't really tell.

[anarchette.livejournal.com]

i got the townhouse on wednesday, i still havent moved in.

i still havent told him.

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Do you work tomorrow?