call her green, for the children who’ve made her

Archive for February, 2004

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There’s nothing wrong with the dark. Except the not seeing part.

257

Here am I trying to advise other people in their problems and I can’t even run my own life properly. This is silly.

256

I wonder sometimes what’s the point of sticking to principles when it means you can’t have what you want, but then I realize that I can’t have what I want anyways. And that maybe I just want things as substitutes for what the principles should give me. What I really need is some kind of [...]

255

I feel myself slipping into problems that I thought I had dealt with already. This is bad.

254

Lo, our hearts were young and our heads and purses were light, for it was the feast day of the god Lola. The people made merry and danced in the feasting hall, and money flowed around the red and black prayer wheels, yet Lola was not appeased. She demanded a blood sacrifice, and her people [...]

253

I don’t want to settle.

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Doctor, My Eyes by Jackson Browne Doctor, my eyes have seen the years And the slow parade of fears without crying Now I want to understand I have done all that I could To see the evil and the good without hiding You must help me if you can Doctor, my eyes Tell me what [...]

251

Damn. Damn damn damn damn damn. Just when I think I’m safe, it gets me again. Will I ever be free of this wretched influence?

250

Headaches are a bad way to start off the morning. Well, “morning.” It’s still technically morning, or at least, it was when I got up half an hour ago.

249

Mais mon amour, Mon doux, mon tendre, mon merveilleux amour, De l’aube claire jusqu’à la fin du jour Je t’aime encore, tu sais, je t’aime encore