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comorbid on his merry way home, today. Didn't get to see everyone he wanted to, and didn't get to go everywhere we wanted to, but it was good to have him back in town, even if it was only for a brief time. Looking, now, at the empty space, again... Maybe it's something i'll explain, later, when i care less about whether you'll take offense.
Poe - [House Of Leaves]--- Son of a bitch. Damn winamp... Things are.. Still slitherclick lockstepping into place. The briefest pushes of will, and i get the things i need. My friend-- the one in the Coma-- is doing.. Better. Paralysis, on the left side, and some (don't know how much) brain damage, which may or may not be permanent. (Oingo Boingo - [Glory Be]). I said that, before, though. The funny... The odd thing about the situation is that, when i talked to my mom about it, yesterday, and she asked if i had heard anything, and i told her that i hadn't yet, she said, "Well, no news is good news." Talking to Ben, today, after he gave me the update, i told him to keep me updated, and he said "Yeah, well, no news is good news, at this point."
Odd the things that flow through the collective unconscious, as rote reactions to situations, like extended trauma, and battles for life. The way cliches become themselves.
Want to know something horrible? Part of me thinks that he shouldn't recover. Part of me thinks that, if he's wanted it this bad, for so long, on his own terms, he may have finally gotten his wish. The rest of me wants him to wake up, fully healthy, so i can kick his ass. And then we can go out, and get some food, somewhere. That'd be nice.
Welcome to the 11th month. Have a quote that i've kept, because it's Never and Always been true for me:
Eurythmics - [Here Comes The Rain Again (CoMorbid Remix)]--- "By the end of the eleventh month, the year is ancient enough to have shown us its wisdom. We know what to be grateful for by now, or gratitude is simply beyond us." - from a New York Times Editorial, in 1998.
I'm out, for now. See you all later.
comorbid on his merry way home, today. Didn't get to see everyone he wanted to, and didn't get to go everywhere we wanted to, but it was good to have him back in town, even if it was only for a brief time. Looking, now, at the empty space, again... Maybe it's something i'll explain, later, when i care less about whether you'll take offense.Poe - [House Of Leaves]--- Son of a bitch. Damn winamp... Things are.. Still slitherclick lockstepping into place. The briefest pushes of will, and i get the things i need. My friend-- the one in the Coma-- is doing.. Better. Paralysis, on the left side, and some (don't know how much) brain damage, which may or may not be permanent. (Oingo Boingo - [Glory Be]). I said that, before, though. The funny... The odd thing about the situation is that, when i talked to my mom about it, yesterday, and she asked if i had heard anything, and i told her that i hadn't yet, she said, "Well, no news is good news." Talking to Ben, today, after he gave me the update, i told him to keep me updated, and he said "Yeah, well, no news is good news, at this point."
Odd the things that flow through the collective unconscious, as rote reactions to situations, like extended trauma, and battles for life. The way cliches become themselves.
Want to know something horrible? Part of me thinks that he shouldn't recover. Part of me thinks that, if he's wanted it this bad, for so long, on his own terms, he may have finally gotten his wish. The rest of me wants him to wake up, fully healthy, so i can kick his ass. And then we can go out, and get some food, somewhere. That'd be nice.
Welcome to the 11th month. Have a quote that i've kept, because it's Never and Always been true for me:
Eurythmics - [Here Comes The Rain Again (CoMorbid Remix)]--- "By the end of the eleventh month, the year is ancient enough to have shown us its wisdom. We know what to be grateful for by now, or gratitude is simply beyond us." - from a New York Times Editorial, in 1998.
I'm out, for now. See you all later.
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Date: 2003-11-11 10:11 pm (UTC)And you know her well. Right now, she's busy turning into butterflies which are eating each other as they turn into chocolate.
*picks up a peice of her, and taists*
Sweet sweet, bitter innocence.
We bring on ourselves nothing which we did not want or need.
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Chocolate Pi.
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Date: 2003-11-11 10:20 pm (UTC)no subject