I'll Get It Right

When you hold a laptop in front of your face in a darkened room, all you perceive is the computer and keyboard in the sickly white glow. Everything else falls away. It's rather comforting.

I'm sick.

Coughing, sneezing, hacking up things that I'd rather not talk about. Thus, my ability to fall asleep has been hindered for the past five hours. I keep hoping eventually I'll fall back to sleep, but nothing doing, and its almost time to turn to the window and greet the day.

Bah.

I miss writing on this thing, but sometimes I'm literally afraid to open this page. Doesn't make much sense at all, does it?
I didn't think so either.

Time to brew the coffee. I'll give this sleep thing another go tomorrow...

I Found Myself Once

I found myself once.

In a dream, I walked up to me, billowy gauze gown, long brown hair, face absent of expression. I stared into those vacant green eyes, eyes I had memorized for years and years and years. Eyes I knew inside and out. I sat on the counter in the bathroom, contemplating those eyes, the only feature worth a damn on my entire body, looking into every speck and fleck that made them unique. And now, in my dream, they stared out at me from another body.

I put my arm around the other me's waist, resting my elbow on her hip bone. My right hand pushed through her hair as I pulled her to me and kissed her lips. My lips. Chapped and chewed from anxiety and worry.

"I've got you now, and I'll never let you go." I whispered into her ear.

"Oh but, Love... It's you that I must let go..." and she pulled from me and turned away.

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32 Kilos

I know this is fake...

But yet I still can't stop staring.

And wishing I was there.



Its not healthy, but the rational side of my mind doesn't fight hard enough to win.

Watch This

And hopefully you'll agree with me.

Sinead's Hand.

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Some Called Her Crazy

"Take a deep breath.

Close your eyes.

Let us begin."

The fake leather of the couch squeaked and protested under her as she moved anxiously to avoid the questions. This wasn't the first time she had been supine, divulging her secrets to a stranger in hopes of redemption and salvation, and not the first time she had paid for it. She was beginning to lose hope that anything they could do or say would actually help her.

She was doomed.

Not so bad a sentence if she concentrated on it. Knowing and accepting your fate was better than the ignorant bliss most people blindly followed. Most seemed to think not knowing would prevent the catastrophes on the horizon. She knew better.

Just laying here now, staring at the good doctor behind the desk, him waiting patiently for her to begin, she could see his fate. An aneurysm, she could see it feel it now, deep behind his left temple, tucked away for another three years and two months until it ruptures, instantly sending this man to his grave.

She'd gladly trade her fate for his...

This Is What I'm Talking About!

Finally!

Someone in the movie business listened to me (and millions of other fans).

I hope it comes somewhere closer to me.

Yea! Evil Dead!