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June 10, 2004
In as much as I'd like to be happy, it's my right after all, I'm not, and I'm okay with it. I'm not happy in this one hundred-word minute, but after the final period is in place, who knows, I might feel happy. I'm okay with either or, dark or light, minute or second, of this life because why not. These mind-range ramblings release the pent up pressure of words and images and meanings, and free me from it all. Got that. The phone rang and took me away, and now I'm back and continuing with the unhappiness. Still. Still.