June 11th, 2001

lord, From this chair of mine...

I am too needy.

Please don't take this post (or this post) as an attack.

With that said, I attack.

I didn't mean to guilt trip so much as complain. It's not about the comments, it's about the sentiment. Why do I have 55 people calling me their friend if I can't reach out to them and get even a "hey, man, tough times" or an "i feel j00r pane, d00d." I realize people are busy and stuff, but out of all those people there has to be more than two people who have enough spare minutes to drop a few words of consolation. But if you don't mean it, don't comment; I'd rather have that. I mean, it's not like some of you weren't online talking to people last night.

AND ALL I DO IS BITCH AND COMPLAIN.

It's really not your fault, folks. It's my own private misery and I have to purge it. I choose to do so in journal form. But your little comments light up my heart (and my inbox) and make me feel warm and squishy. I dunno; I comment all the time in people's journals, sometimes randomly, but just to say hi. Maybe that's annoying. Let me know if I should stop.

I don't like this entry because it is unfairly demanding. "Ugh, whose turn is it to give Dark a damn comment this time?" But this is how I feel, and if that makes me a bad person, I WANT TO KNOW.

And no, I'm not just a comment whore. Feel free to ICQ, AIM or e-mail me.
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    Collective Soul - Blender
This is not my beautiful icon.

My paper journal has a picture of Michelle in it.

Some of you may be familiar with the television series I am working on called "Homeboys back in tha Day." Some of you are not. Here's the original treatment from a .txt journal:

Write a story about time travelling Black guys who visit
"back in the day" and "way back in the day"
Warrick Jones and Seever Jenkins
Submit it to the WB as "Homeboys Back in tha Day"


So today, I was inspired and came up with a bit of Quantum Leap parody:

"Drs. Jones and Jenkins hop from hood to hood
striving to set up what once went down
hoping each time their next leap
Will be the leap back to they crib."


I dunno what that episode will be about; there's so much about QL to parody. The usual plan is not to have them aimlessly travelling. The time machine is reminiscent of Mr. Peabody's WABAC machine, only probably retrofitted to a low-rider Caddy.


It gets darker from here on


seppuku
You have wrapped your arms tightly around my breast
but I have driven the sword through my chest
Our blood runs together; we stand impaled
but we fall in a moment; we have failed
together we have fallen, together we have failed


Some more words that don't rhyme:
Consumed by darkness
and I cannot feel joy
and it plunges me through emptiness
I'm clawing at the walls of the void
like a man falling down a well
seeking to stop the plummet any way
but that
And as I fall
eyes open or closed?
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    same as it ever was