They say it like it's, "Thks Fr Th Mammaries"!
I say no, thank you. :p
Warning! Emo incoherence. HEY WAIT. That's every post. 2x :p
You know what pains me the most, the knowledge that I can't be there for people I care about in their deepest and darkest, that though I want to stand by them and help, I somehow don't or can't or just don't see it because I'm too stupid, or end up falling asleep on them on the phone. And then they come through it, and there's that painful distance, that dichotomy of information, that I wasn't there at their sharing of self, and I missed the memo, and that extra splinter distances people.
Is distance beauty? Maybe, but some people get tired of the aesthetic experience after ODing on it. Raw, politically incorrect, no-holds-barred, meanness, realness. Within reason of course, in order to avoid ugliness and petty backstabbing.. but then again, that's controlled rawness, and not raw anymore. Oh, what the fuck. I just like the idea of wildness because I'm tired of social niceties. Though they may have reason, social contracts are printed on sandpaper that wears the soul past due dates.
Collect my fines, lovelies. Steal my books back from me and read
between my lines. It's okay.