we transmit our despair nightly across the vast dark skies of the state. she says that she can open her window and see true darkness, black as the blackest pitch, a darkness settling into the cool country air the breathed life into her youth.
me: aspiring writer, 'music nerd,' seeker of beautiful moments, college student, armchair theologian, nominal quaker, 'the diet coke of emo with no caffeine,' eclectic left-winger, and generally someone who thinks about things too much.
this: unedited, uninhibited, and uninteresting thoughts, nebulous stream-of-consciousness ramblings of memory, inside jokes, obscure references, emotional paroxysms, and slices of life. sometimes there are pictures.
what people are saying about me
'...something entirely different from anybody i've ever known.' - krystin
'...a nice boy.' - laura
'...a maoist!' - greg
'...elevate[s] emotional self-destructiveness to an art form.' - greg
'...my favorite pixie.' - lizzie
'...a damn good conversationalist.' - kelly
'...blue-raspberry [pie]! or or maybe cranberry raisin.' - becky
'i feel like a wide eyed kid in the socialist candy store...and [he's] the clerk.' - christine
'...far too sensible and perceptive to be straight.' - catherine
'...not british.' - catherine
'...would have made a good medieval monk. one of the non-crooked ones.' - catherine
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