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Jul. 6th, 2003 01:04 amfirst, i love it= ph34r t3h cute ones
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i would filter this, but i don't think i care enuf to bother.
when something is broken, it must be fixed. sometimes it might have been better left untouched, but that's the risk you take. some things are unrepairable. some blow up if you fiddle with them too much. some accept the repairs and begin to work perfectly, humming quietly in the background where no one needs pay attention to it until it breaks down again. while none of these options appeal to me, neither does the broken state.
so, experimenting. if you don't like it, tell me. if you are upset, tell me. just... tell me. i'm working blind here, and that only makes it all the more difficult. we all know the levels of paranoia i can climb to, not to mention my deficiency when it comes to differentiating between reality and what my senses are telling me.
stagnation. stress. drive ~ straight into the divider between two tunnels. funny, i never seem to learn either. but i will not drive carefully, nor will i slow down. i'll be run over if i do.
hurrah for cryptic entries (i like the word. i just... do). do i even make sense to myself anymore? i'd like to think i do.
i think i'll go curl up in the window with a book and attempt to escape.
~~~**~~~
i would filter this, but i don't think i care enuf to bother.
when something is broken, it must be fixed. sometimes it might have been better left untouched, but that's the risk you take. some things are unrepairable. some blow up if you fiddle with them too much. some accept the repairs and begin to work perfectly, humming quietly in the background where no one needs pay attention to it until it breaks down again. while none of these options appeal to me, neither does the broken state.
so, experimenting. if you don't like it, tell me. if you are upset, tell me. just... tell me. i'm working blind here, and that only makes it all the more difficult. we all know the levels of paranoia i can climb to, not to mention my deficiency when it comes to differentiating between reality and what my senses are telling me.
stagnation. stress. drive ~ straight into the divider between two tunnels. funny, i never seem to learn either. but i will not drive carefully, nor will i slow down. i'll be run over if i do.
hurrah for cryptic entries (i like the word. i just... do). do i even make sense to myself anymore? i'd like to think i do.
i think i'll go curl up in the window with a book and attempt to escape.
