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avec un prompter dans des retours de chuchotement de chaque fenêtre de cave, les personnes timides auraient le dernier rire.
"vous au moins, vous ne risquez pas d'etre un legume puisque même un artichaut a du coeur."

i am riddles in the dark.
i am the silly reasons in a goldfish laugh.
i am a girl too japanese, pessimistic, insensitive, cute, agnostic, and sad for my own good.
i'm a college grad with a degree in history, with classics and psychology minors.
i will hopefully become a writer.
i have a thing for nerds, geeks, dorks, and spazzes, cause i am indeed all four.
and i definitely have a thing for half-italian north carolinan computer geeks. <(^^<)
i love comics, video games, anime, politics, psychology, social sciences, economics and other degenerate things like that.
i have had a lot of friends, but only a few i actually truly care(d) about.
i may or may not believe in true love anymore.
i'm a spinster and a lunatic.
comedians, especially sarcastic jewish assholes, rock my crotch.
the love of my life will sing to me "the rainbow connection" or "lady" by styx at least once.
i just realize it's silly to take things too seriously.
i'm not a concept. too many guys think i'm a concept or i complete them or i'm going to make them alive, but i'm just a fucked up girl who is looking for my own peace of mind.
don't assign me yours.


"look at that! look how she moves! that's just like jell-o on springs. must have some sort of built-in motor or something. i tell you, it's a whole different sex!"

"you know what's wrong with you, miss whoever-you-are? you're chicken, you've got no guts. you're afraid to stick out your chin and say, 'okay, life's a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness.' you call yourself a free spirit, a 'wild thing', and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. well baby, you're already in that cage. you built it yourself. and it's not bounded in the west by tulip, texas, or in the east by somali-land. it's wherever you go. because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself."

"you didn't really suppose, do you, that all your adventures and escapes were managed by mere luck, just for your sole benefit? you are a very fine person, mr. baggins, and i am very fond of you; but you are only quite a little fellow in a wide world after all!"

you're giving me too many things. lately you're all i need. you smiled at me and said, "don't get me wrong i love you, but does that mean i have to meet your father? when we are older you'll understand what i meant when i said 'no, i don't think life is quite that simple.'" when you walk away you don't hear me say, "please, oh baby, don't go. simple and clean is the way that you're making me feel tonight. it's hard to let it go." the daily things that keep us all busy are confusing me. that's when you came to me and said, "wish i could prove i love you, but does that mean i have to walk on water? when we are older you'll understand it's enough when i say so, and maybe some things are that simple." hold me. whatever lies beyond this morning is a little later on. regardless of warnings the future doesn't scare me at all. nothing's like before.

fool enough to almost be it, cool enough to not quite see it. doomed. pick your pockets full of sorrow and run away with me tomorrow. june. we'll try and ease the pain, but somehow we'll feel the same. well, no one knows where our secrets go. i send a heart to all my dearies. when your life is so, so dreary: dream. i'm rumored to the straight and narrow while the harlots of my perils scream. and i fail, but when i can, i will. try to understand that when i can, i will. mother weep the years i'm missing, all our time can't be given back. shut my mouth and strike the demons that cursed you and your reasons. out of hand and out of season, out of love and out of feeling so bad. when i can, i will. words defy the plans when i can, i will. fool enough to almost be it, and cool enough to not quite see it, and old enough to always feel this. always old, i'll always feel this. no more promise, no more sorrow. no longer will i follow. can anybody hear me? i just want to be me. when i can, i will. try to understand that when i can, i will.

"show me, show me, show me how you do that trick. the one that makes me scream," she said. "the one that makes me laugh" she said, and threw her arms around my neck. "show me how you do it and i promise you, i promise that i'll run away with you. i'll run away with you." spinning on that dizzy edge, i kissed her face and kissed her head, and dreamed of all the different ways i had to make her glow. "why are you so far away?" she said, "why won't you ever know that i'm in love with you? that i'm in love with you?" you, soft and only... you, lost and lonely... you, strange as angels, dancing in the deepest oceans, twisting in the water. you're just like a dream... you're just like a dream. daylight licked me into shape. i must have been asleep for days, and moving lips to breathe her name. i opened up my eyes and found myself alone. alone, alone above a raging sea that stole the only girl i loved, and drowned her deep inside of me. you, soft and only... you, lost and lonely... you, just like heaven.

sometimes i think this cycle never ends. we slide from top to bottom and we turn and climb again. and it seems by the time that i have figured what it's worth, the squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse. but if i move my place in line, i'll lose. and i have waited, the anticipation's got me glued. i am waiting for something to go wrong. i am waiting for familiar resolve. sometimes it seems that i don't have the skills to recollect. the twists and turns of plots that took us from lovers to friends. i'm thinking i should take that volume back up off the shelf, and crack it's weary spine and read to help remind myself. but if i move my place in line, i'll lose. and i have waited, the anticipation's got me glued. i am waiting for something to wrong. i am waiting for familiar resolve. i am waiting for another repeat, another diet fed by crippling defeat. and i am waiting for that sense of relief. i am waiting for you to flee the scene, as if you held in your hand the smoking gun and on the floor lay the one you said you loved. and it's strange, they are basically the same, so i don't ask names anymore. sometimes i think this cycle never ends. we slide from top to bottom and we turn and climb again. and it seems by the time that i have figured what it's worth, the squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse.









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