where are these voices coming from?

"Don't mind me baby, I'm just looking to get lost."

"I love him because there are times where I hate him, because he is able to reduce me to nothing just by his silence. I love him because there is no scratch off of the spectra of elation and feeling utterly bereft, I have not witnessed. I die and I live in each breath that he sends my way. He makes me feel; an entire lifetime of pain, joy, hope and dark in a single encounter. He is all things to me. And maybe I've made a God of him. And maybe I suffer for this blasphemy. But that is nothing to me. I will hurt for him. I will live for him."

Old activists don't die. They go phansi.


(salvaged from an msn convo archive)

chop chop?

" so u gonna axe him then?"

"you know, it's kinda like a pair of comfortable jeans that you really really really like but they make your ass look big. so you only ever wear them at home. so you're thinking should i toss 'em or just wear them when no ones looking."

"predicament."

"yep"

"Pragmatics will beat your heart to a pulp"

conversation piece

There is no after-glow when you've been fucked over by assumption.

His Family

They were neatly edging towards being labelled "hazardous:do not approach, you will grow three extra toes (and a testicle if you're a girl) on contact".

She said ...

• He used to tell me the same thing - that we'd be perfect together. I told him just because I liked Metal Gear Solid doesn't mean we should procreate.

• 'Love' and variations thereof should be classified as disorders. The key thing is to never be needy. If ppl can't see that you're fucking fantastic, then best you treat yourself with more respect and tell 'em to fuck off. Likewise with him, if he doesn't catch a wake-up soon, I'm leaving him to sleep through the best thing that never happened to him.

But its Dior Darling...

said Mary, who just put her soul on lay-by.