Mar. 13th, 2005

foxtongue: (misery)
I woke up today feeling ill at ease. My body is slow to respond with anything that isn't annoying or hurtful. I must have pushed myself too hard dancing, or at least that's what I'll say if I'm asked as it's close enough to true to count. I would be lying if I said I was well, if I denied that I feel ill or that I would rather live today in silence. There's no one here to talk to though, they left sometime in the morning when I wasn't aware to the world at all. Maybe if I knew how to get angry pointing outward, maybe if I knew how to complain without being hurtful and cruel to myself when I'm upset, I would be able to keep down something more substantial than a glass of juice. I'm not used to stress, I'm not used to lacking words. This clamp beneath my skin is punishing and constrictive. I wish I could take my heart out like a glistening wet jewel and unfold it to show where it's been wounded. Prise the angle of hurt from the evidence to puzzle together a picture of the weapon. I want to give it into his hands like torn origami of the most exquisite sort, lit from within, lined by shattered crystal like safety glass fractured.

I'm in a queue, waiting to take my vocabulary back.
foxtongue: (be fire)
Ethan: I think the internet has just found a way to make my testicles shrivel.
me : Just? Are you kidding? I used to be a man.



Dee: You are -cruel-
me : hey - I'm listening to kate bush, I am damned well ALLOWED to kick puppies
Dee: technically -hounds-

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