This site will self destruct in 2 months, March 17. It will come back, and be familiar and at the same time completely different. All content will be deleted. Backup anything important. --- Staff
|
|
my definition of real slowly erodes into apple-pie crumble} how to forget how to hold onto passion and its effects its strangulation and the way we perceive how it's all a pattern a reflection of how and why there is logic and reason to snap back and realise what is true deception what is full and pure or at least what you make of it all when trying to become part of a circle an interlocking spiral of has-been and what-for and why-not to all of this confusion we settle for because dreams may be free but the follow-on makes destroying oneself ever harder to eclipse {to think upon with misplaced anger and regret 12/04/14 |
I don't that this is apple pie crumble real. Perhaps I'm still caught up in Keith's sand piece, but this reads very dry and defeated. You start out by being you. I kept reading to find out your truth, and where the pie ties in. I expected a moment and got stuck in the one seat in the auditorium that skews the view of the stage and you miss half the performance. Then you spin off into the kind of platitudes that already fill Internet oceans and therefore needn't be immortalized here. Call me when that pie is ready; there's one slice of real with my name on it. | Posted on 2014-05-23 00:00:00 | by blueorchids | [ Reply to This ] | i really appreciate your book ending start and end and the way it goes in circles and could continue forever should i have the commitment to allow it.. | the opening lines which could also be the closing lines depending where the circle ends bring clarity to my evening. i had the worst night of my life, walked off the court during the third quarter because my "team mates" were being absolute bitches, walked home in the rain crying because i was so hurt by their actions and now im sitting on the sofa wondering whether i made it all up. i know i didnt. but i also know i am incapable of holding a grudge. that i am too good at looking at things from every angle. that even when stabbed in the back im trying to find the good in people. it proved to be a fatal floor tonight. now i look like a sulky baby and a shitty sportsman all at the same time which couldnt be further from the truth. ugh. i thought i'd left this rubbish behind in high school.. anyways... snap back somehow reminds me of eminem though i have no firm example to tie it to so maybe ignore that bit but as soon as i read it that was my connotation. i really appreciate this piece tonight. sorry for the incoherence of my comment. its been a while. | Posted on 2014-04-15 00:00:00 | by allapo1ogies | [ Reply to This ] | |