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vichy there she is, a woodpecker without wings living a miserable existence inside a glass jar, jagged holes in the lid above her made from dog paws holding a swiss army knife.

openings in a concrete sky screwed down tight.

he gives her the hard crusts of talonica bread. she doesn't eat. he sets a bowl of water inside that is usually used for watercolour painting. she knocks it over with her unbalanced feet.

she has pain where her wings once were. she blinks her eyes and it never goes away.
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dB It's a day for cool writing it seems.

"Death makes angels of us all
and gives us wings where we once had ravens claws".


nice
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girl_jane Sometimes I'd rather be numb- 020814
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unhinged vichy, you are very close to my heart.

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this consequence, this scar_garden
i hate looking at you
thanks_alot
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bethany so many feelings you dont know what to do with them
you go numb
when you throw all the feelings
once you decide to feel
and they are hit back
and stand in your mind
like the 600 barry bonds hit
you know his positioning
i will remember his position on my feelings
detached
while my hear flew over the fence onto the hood of some poor fools car
who parked a little to close to the playing feild
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jane they say ignorance is bliss

on the days i feel older inside, i realize to myself that knowing all of this universal information does not help all of this:
being stuck in my body, having to live where i live, talk to people on a surface level, etc.

maybe ignorance is bliss, but i don't think i could ever turn back
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silentbob my stomach hurts 020815
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uow stitches 040826
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Syrope i can't answer until you ask 040827
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Freak I rather be physically hurt than emotionally 041110