a random fit of glory
WHAT DOES ALL THIS MEAN?
NOTHING THAT I KNOW OF...
a random fit of glory
who are you?i don't know
who am i?
i don't know
why?
possibly because i cannot understand you too well...
maybe...i think it's because you cannot break through into the world of the oddities that i conceal.
i'll have to try.
please...look no further than the surface...
?
we are alike in some ways
tis true
you truly don't know me...or anything about me...
tis also true. i know only of you
yes...
this is true with me as well...you do not know me...
only of you...
yes...
i don't really think anyone knows who i am...
that is the same here...
do you think it is because we don't tell them? or is it because they make their own assumptions?
probably that they make their own assumptions...
wouldn't it be a gift, and yet a curse, to see what others truly thought of you...
yes. truly.
i must go now. i will talk with you again later.
wait...
yes?
what did you mean by others...
i do not understand...
"wouldn't it be a gift, and yet a curse, to see what others truly thought of you..."
....uh.......i really have to go...goodbye
pull, pull, pull, thinks the mule
pull, pull, pull, thinks the work horse
pull, pull, pull, thinks the tired sun
break, break, break, thinks my heart
tear, tear, tear, thinks the paper
tear, tear, tear, thinks the water
tear, tear, tear, thinks the bread
break, break, break, thinks my heart
tight, tight, tight, thinks the rope
tight, tight, tight, thinks the shoe
tight, tight, tight, thinks the air
break, break, break, thinks my heart
posted by Polenta at 18:51
10 Comments:
hmmm.... that was cool. but... uh... what was that about? a conversation with yourself?
it's so *sniff* touching. *sob* *SOB* *sniff*....
eugh! what's that funky smell? where's it comin' from?
some ones rear end....
*gasp* is it you? =)
who's this funky smell dude or dudettte?
that was really cool....lovely as usual, m'dear!
bye bye now
no, no, no! you ought to put it as : "ta ta now!"
OMG!!!! i know you put this up a while ago (i didn't really look at the date), but just yesterday i was writing in my journal how life would be so much easier if i could read peoples minds, or even better, if everyone could read everyone elses minds. there wouldn't be so much assuming, or mistakes or misunderstanding of feelings. i sometimes wonder if that is how the cavemen and cavewomen communicated, but then they started to close off their minds for privacy until everyone was closed off and then they had to form a language.
jeune fille de chevals
lol, that could be so, but they couldnt READ minds, they sensed feelings and emotions, i have dreams about being a horse or a fox or a dog sometimes and i can hear people talk but it sounds like "blah blah ogo hma ga blah" but i can FEEL them and other living things emotions
hmm..... i wouldn't want people to be able to read my mind whenever they wished to. the one good thing about my thoughts are that they are PRIVATE!! if they weren't, soooo many people would hate me right now for "swearing" at them or insulting them.
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