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May. 29th, 2005 11:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
phthalombrageSo Flex is sold. My evaluation was yesterday, by Jennifer and Jodi.
I know how I feel.
Began organising old costumes first. Clothes are more difficult because I have to throw some away.
Someday Lauren will help me sew. It's so weird to have people at my house.
Depressing Sims. Trying to spend time away from my mother.
Dreams aren't prophetic, it's just their influence on you that is felt. Cyclical motion. 42195 digits. 0 friends. A nice round number, for a change.
Played scrabble with a soon-to-be "retired friend" ha ha.
My brother... teaches me to hold the bow. The cello is still in its case. We're so different. We share experiences. We share peeves.
I don't remember typing the subject line. I fear touchtyping.
the dream. my village. they don't have to be invited in. liz took the good hiding space. one monster in the shed. shots fired. when you turn your back on your people, i will come. words from nowhere. why me? it was all me. snakepath, forest huddle in a camp and find flip flops in the living room. mrs. vassiliev in a funny dress. walk out the front door. don't mow the lawn. the new neighbors have another culture you should stay away from them. hide and pretend we died. lauren said to get the two range heads. thunder on the screenporch. bearlike, brown, minotauresque, long claws. no fluids needed to be contacted. didn't have to hurt it. like a storm. invisible walls, glass doors, crawling lredgreenblue. i was too yellow. my brother said nothing. decadence of a big space, exterior expected bulletholes, big black rectangles instead withstood the nonexistant blasts. expected an attack that never came. dad and lynn looking through my papers, reading them, i was crushed. old lady with an evil eye hand. the adults joined the dark side i laughed at the swIII pun, they got yellow, red, black, a mohawk, leather.. in the hung cloth room we were safe somehow. hidden in the curtain the detectorman swirls his walkie talkie. three cages let the simpsons out happyface keyhole. that was me. concerned about the hostages. there was only one, the most important. no monster in sight. silly promiscuous girl went in to use the toilet. disintegrating walls, screen door down. thought they'd hidden them in the attic. only one, it was me, it was my emotions. I felt nothing. until, in a blood-red dress lauren had made with no straps in a minute drill, in the sunlight, walked behind the crepe myrtle where dead things were once buried, I felt the call of destiny. i let them act for me. i suspected. little did i know i had been imagining it all along. we were always free. the hostage stayed despite it all. i made up the rest after i was awake and knew what i had done.
I miss school?
I know how I feel.
Began organising old costumes first. Clothes are more difficult because I have to throw some away.
Someday Lauren will help me sew. It's so weird to have people at my house.
Depressing Sims. Trying to spend time away from my mother.
Dreams aren't prophetic, it's just their influence on you that is felt. Cyclical motion. 42195 digits. 0 friends. A nice round number, for a change.
Played scrabble with a soon-to-be "retired friend" ha ha.
My brother... teaches me to hold the bow. The cello is still in its case. We're so different. We share experiences. We share peeves.
I don't remember typing the subject line. I fear touchtyping.
the dream. my village. they don't have to be invited in. liz took the good hiding space. one monster in the shed. shots fired. when you turn your back on your people, i will come. words from nowhere. why me? it was all me. snakepath, forest huddle in a camp and find flip flops in the living room. mrs. vassiliev in a funny dress. walk out the front door. don't mow the lawn. the new neighbors have another culture you should stay away from them. hide and pretend we died. lauren said to get the two range heads. thunder on the screenporch. bearlike, brown, minotauresque, long claws. no fluids needed to be contacted. didn't have to hurt it. like a storm. invisible walls, glass doors, crawling lredgreenblue. i was too yellow. my brother said nothing. decadence of a big space, exterior expected bulletholes, big black rectangles instead withstood the nonexistant blasts. expected an attack that never came. dad and lynn looking through my papers, reading them, i was crushed. old lady with an evil eye hand. the adults joined the dark side i laughed at the swIII pun, they got yellow, red, black, a mohawk, leather.. in the hung cloth room we were safe somehow. hidden in the curtain the detectorman swirls his walkie talkie. three cages let the simpsons out happyface keyhole. that was me. concerned about the hostages. there was only one, the most important. no monster in sight. silly promiscuous girl went in to use the toilet. disintegrating walls, screen door down. thought they'd hidden them in the attic. only one, it was me, it was my emotions. I felt nothing. until, in a blood-red dress lauren had made with no straps in a minute drill, in the sunlight, walked behind the crepe myrtle where dead things were once buried, I felt the call of destiny. i let them act for me. i suspected. little did i know i had been imagining it all along. we were always free. the hostage stayed despite it all. i made up the rest after i was awake and knew what i had done.
I miss school?
