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    Journal: Deranged
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    Mood: Paranoid
      
    She did it once, vengeful spiteful creature. She can do it again. I mustn't make her mad. I mustn't. But I can't live with her haunting my steps. I slept last night in anguish. I must flee before I make a mistake.

    I am moving again. Tonight, midnight, my flight takes off. Count your prayers for me. She might bomb the plane.

    Oh! The voices are so terribly distressed today. Calm yourselves, pestilent children of paranoia!

    I shall be kind with all you kind poets once I am home. Only then can I reply with honest words of gratitude. Right now, it's all just a lie.

    Everything's a lie. All lies--

    Stop it, you vocalizing worms! There. Silenced. I go now. Farewell.


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    Thank you for your thoughts on 'past'.
    I appreciate your perspective.
    | Posted on 2007-04-17 12:58:36 | by latentlylyrical - [ Reply to This ] -
      
    I am serious. Yes. I've felt a calling to a religious life for several years... And I've been sort of fighting it in a way. But my spiritual life needs the kick and I need the kick, and I want the communal life it offers, and the formation. I'm not cut out for the regular, American Ideal of the work-a-day world.
    | Posted on 2007-03-31 15:50:19 | by DavidHirt - [ Reply to This ] -
      
    Yes, I am religious. I'm actually getting ready to enter a religious order of Friars. :)
    | Posted on 2007-03-30 21:29:18 | by DavidHirt - [ Reply to This ] -
      
    Thanks for comment on 'Last love cottage'.

    I was worrying about exactly that bit which you mentioned! Try it anyway, I thought. And the first comment was about it! Gneeagh.

    I'll fix it ...
    | Posted on 2007-03-30 20:43:14 | by Glen Bowman - [ Reply to This ] -
      
    Um.. Force of habit, really. It's just what I say when I talk about a genderless someone. :P

    Let's see... Well, Asylum Boy is pretty interesting, at least as interesting as my writing gets... Read that first. And Burning Paper's okay. I'd advise you not to read any of my older poetry or prose, though. It's all somewhat [censored]ty.

    Yeah... Oh, and White Hot. In a way, I like it, though I'm not sure the rest of the world does. :P That would be my 'I will write anything' statement.

    My genres vary. Good luck if you intend to read more.
    | Posted on 2007-03-30 17:22:03 | by Darkess - [ Reply to This ] -
      
    Lol, tis okay. 'Oh darn, oh bother'... Haha. Sorry. I find that funny even if it wasn't intended. :P

    Well, let's see... He's unwritten as of this moment... He may or may not have a picture, I'm not sure, and I don't think he's got a name. But so far, I know a bit. He's a dream traveller, I guess you could say. But he travels dimensions, some from the near future, some from the far gone past, but as it goes, he can only visit those places by entering someone's dreams.

    Usually he'll find himself skipping through many, many dreams, night after night, until he can find a person either stupid enough to not notice his presence, or intelligent enough to understand it. Then he'll leave by morning, usually never to come back to that one person, or possibly, even that dimension.

    But he broke rules. He met a child (Haven't decided on gender yet). This child wanted more than just a visit from a simple, yet otherworldly dream traveller. They, quietly, in the back of their mind, wanted a friend. And the traveller took pity on them. He began to track the child, keep watch on them, and come back every night, to tell stories, to talk, to tell the future and revisit the past. But the child only found a dilemna when they realised that the traveller's stories, from the near future, were starting to come true.

    But as far as they realised, it was just a dream.

    --

    Yeah. Sorry for the length, really! I just started and couldn't help myself.. Sheesh. Really sorry.
    | Posted on 2007-03-30 06:03:49 | by Darkess - [ Reply to This ] -



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