--Elite Writer Alias: AsiaticFox Name: Asiatic Fox ASL: Falcon/Intensity/Arrakis Website:[ Website ] Days Away: 1 Life Story: I shall comment. [ Ignore User ]
Favorites: 14 Forum Posts: 2 Shoutbox Posts: 0 RP Posts: 334 Signup Date: 841 D 2.3 Years 0.23 Decades 28.03 Months 120.14 Weeks 8.410000e+7 Heart Beats -There you go eggman Quote: Bluebird, I feel his legs. Bluebird, I feel his legs. Oh, Yes, of course, I feel his legs. Oh, Yes, of course, I feel his legs. - Anonymous, Ojibway Dream Song
You obviously need to comment on other people's stuff, if I'm the last one to thank you from a comment you left on my poem...2-3 months ago. ;) But I am a hypocrate if I say that, because I am just plain bad at commenting.
Arg jade stars. The more I read that the more I dislike it. I mean, yeah white jade = classic love symbol, which fits the poem pretty damn well, but at the same time I only stuck it in because I've been reading a lot of classical Chinese poetry lately. And all of those poems MUST mention jade. It's a rule. So I wonder if I was just maintaining a status-quo of sorts.
Y'know, I still think of you as manwithnoname. I probably always will.
Ack, sorry for the late reply, I haven't checked ES for awhile.
So thanks for your comment on Immutable! "All shot through' is such a lovely phrase. I always think of mines and pickaxes and veins of rare metals, and of course colors and guns and sewing needles and aaaagh non-consensual infusments.
Me too, I like to think I'm self-aware, but then I catch myself in these long periods of blank mental hum and I have to wonder. And then I wonder if wondering is enough of a process to make me self-aware, and then I go take a nap because that sort of meta-thought can't be anything but bad for your health.
Thanks so much for your delightful comment on "meds" which I simply loved. Legal Pill Pushers, Pimps for Pharmaceutical Industries, Disinterested Drug Dealers... such clean terms for them. I had one dryly listen to me for a brief 10 mins. "explain" myself while sighing, looking at the wall, tapping his pen on the pad in front with these miniscule notes... "doesn't sleep..." while I'm explaining, once the sun goes down so do I, wanting to be completely dead... he deduces I have insomnia. Depression. He gives me pills that cause people to want to commit suicide. I think it's because he loves me? lol
I find benadryl helps sometimes more than the sleeping pills, although my friend took over 100 (111 or 112 I think?) and ended up in the hospital... how do you even take 100 you ask? Well, he had that convenience of having a port to feed them thru, so all he had to do was crush them. I think you throw up after about 22, otherwise. Funny thing, he wasn't trying to die... he couldn't sleep. I said, Why 100??? and he said, Cuz 90 didn't work anymore!
You really can't argue with that kind of logic. I mean, if you've built up such a tolerance that you've woken up from 90, and you lived, what's another 10-22?
I wouldn't have believed him, but his dad had the empty bottles, and counted before he called the ambulance.
Kidneys need to come industrialized to match the drugs they make these days... that's the real problem.
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