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jazzmoth
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i am not a writer.
but i have a need to express myself and be heard.
i have a drive to write.
but i am not a writer.
my cat likes to dig his claws into the bottom edge of my closed door. he makes a racket so i'll let him in. he rubs his head against the lever of my computer chair, and it makes a plastic noise, bouncing. he loves that noise.
he stares up at me because he never jumps into laps, he must be lifted. hes getting on in age. but now he is so soft. the frozen ground somehow keeps his paws soft. maybe its the moisture. his warm furry belly is draped across my lap, as his claws dig into my leg. he was never weened properly, so he still kneads. he was the runt of the litter, but now he's a giant.
and he loves me, but only because i take care of him. nothing unconditional. i don't believe in unconditional love - i dont believe it really exists.
but now i'm alone, and loneliness paints the world with its own pallette. i have to ignore that painting until i can no longer, then fight until i'm through. but now, i'm alone. i'm loved because of economy. i'm here because of society. that's not a good enough reason for me. i am in need of a better reason.
www.livejournal.com/~jazzmoth
well, welcome comrade... and when you start to submit your material, tell me... i'm really bored at the moment!
haha
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many cry for the dolphin, trapped in fishing nets.
but who cries for the tuna?
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here lies one whose name was writ in water
i'm sketchy dan.
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many cry for the dolphin, trapped in fishing nets.
but who cries for the tuna?
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here lies one whose name was writ in water
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many cry for the dolphin, trapped in fishing nets.
but who cries for the tuna?
nobody is or isn't a writer, don't worry.
come on, I know you have paintings and pictures and stuff. put them up.
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here lies one whose name was writ in water
but i have a need to express myself and be heard.
i have a drive to write.
but i am not a writer.
my cat likes to dig his claws into the bottom edge of my closed door. he makes a racket so i'll let him in. he rubs his head against the lever of my computer chair, and it makes a plastic noise, bouncing. he loves that noise.
he stares up at me because he never jumps into laps, he must be lifted. hes getting on in age. but now he is so soft. the frozen ground somehow keeps his paws soft. maybe its the moisture. his warm furry belly is draped across my lap, as his claws dig into my leg. he was never weened properly, so he still kneads. he was the runt of the litter, but now he's a giant.
and he loves me, but only because i take care of him. nothing unconditional. i don't believe in unconditional love - i dont believe it really exists.
but now i'm alone, and loneliness paints the world with its own pallette. i have to ignore that painting until i can no longer, then fight until i'm through. but now, i'm alone. i'm loved because of economy. i'm here because of society. that's not a good enough reason for me. i am in need of a better reason.
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