Force fed everytime.My tongue everytime.Why are the words nonsense?
Saturday, July 30, 2005
Murder By Death
The frames on the walls are crooked and empty.
These shoulders bend low towards the dirt.
I made a deal to get us out of this place
but I am falling apart with each step I take and as the pieces fall
I count them all.
~Murder by Death - Pillars of Salt
Only two more whole weeks... only 14 days (since I'm going on Sunday now). I can't wait. I can be free from everything. I'm not saying I won't think about it.. (because if you know me..) I will. A lot. But.. as time goes on.. you know. I just hope I don't become an idiot. (party!)
My grandma & grandpa came over yesterday.. my grandma told me that I should keep my standards high because she thought Bryan was such a good guy. But she said to not back down. My uncle was married for 2 years and then his wife decided she wanted to be single again... but 6 months after the divorce she came crawling back.. and my uncle said no way.
haha my grandpa told me "You know Heather... around.. around thanksgiving.. thanksgiving time... some boy is going to ask you to go somewhere... and you can say Yes!! You don't have to say no!" haha. He's so silly. It sounds like hes saying that if a guy wants me to go somewhere with him on thanksgiving break. But he means just like going out bowling or whatever.. and he needed a time that wasn't like "when you get to college", more like "after a while". Funny guy.
Its weird.. every time I suddenly become single.. there is a party. Well.. it seems like it. Maybe not right away.. but I'm still feeling crappy(angry?) or whatever when the party is going down. It's not like I went crazy at these parties or anything.. well.. I wasn't a slut. After Doser there was Myannas & after Noel there was the superbowl party. After Ed.. well I was in 8th grade lol Maybe you can consider band camp a party? ha. O.. I guess there was that one Fagan kid. eww.
Anyways... I plugged the waterfall.. I now I guess I have a lake lol. It leaks sometimes... but I really hope the plug is strong. So I'm not practically convulsing, feeling like I'm dying. I hate it. I guess the tables have turned finally, right?
I'll leave a trail of fire across this desert just to see the desperation in your eyes.
You think you've suffered well you ain't seen shit yet, the pain won't set in for a long long time.
~Murder by Death - The Desert is on Fire
Creatively Gray November 12, 2009 02:50 AM PST I sincerely doubt you'll get this, since you'd have to go back about 5 years to find it. If you do however look at this post, (unless your blogdrive cheats and has an email notification) then what I say still has validity and reason. I hope also it has compassion. I used to write most often when I was on some kind of strong painkiller... and go figure I hurt my back in a car accident so I'm on them again... and where to I end up... right back at the same place I used to write in. The circumstances have drastically changed, but the slightly obnoxious green grid has not (checkers scare me...).
You are right about me having changed, and I don't know if everything about me has changed for the better. I have become a better arguer, and have even started winning arguments against my professors... I am also married and on my way to becoming a pastor. I think my focus will be on counseling but more specific.. but I don't need to go into details.
The reasons I gave you when I broke up with you were the best pathetic excuses I thought would be the least painful, and perhaps they were the lesser of any evils I might have uttered. I closed myself off to any emotion the day I broke up with you, and wouldn't allow myself to feel anything, even up until recently I've been noticing the effects of that, so if you're still angry, you may take solace in my emotional disability. I broke up with you because 1. I did not think a long distance relationship would work 2. I didn't think I was good enough (or willing enough, to my shame) to be your eventual husband. 3. The reason I was unwilling, or perhaps cowardly concerning commitment, was that the pain I had experienced during our relationship was so incredibly painful and always present just beneath the surface of my mind, it was a struggle to ever trust anyone with anything emotional, much less a 5-6 year engagement.
I usually do the best to think about what I say, and say what I mean. I was unable to do that the day I broke up with you, and even the time I saw you after that (when we got pizza) I was so closed up to my own feelings, I honestly couldn't tell you how I felt during the meeting... No, I felt in control of myself, and that gave me some comfort. Looking back on it, I have been crueler to you than I would have imagined, and wish that I could erase all hurts. I bear you no ill will for anything said and done, and wish only that I had been a better boy/man as your boyfriend and as your ex-boyfriend. I am worried that you reading this may tear open an old wound, but from my experience, old wounds being opened to heal correctly is always a good thing.
I hope you faith is strong, as I pray mine is as well. I have learned many new terms about faith, and even halfway to reading Greek and Hebrew, but my faith and doubt are always as organic as I am. I have not told Stacy about this note, but if she were to ask, I would tell her, and I might tell her if I deem it necessary or beneficial; so you can rest assured of my intention for writing this note. This is not about rekindling any past feelings, but rather about reconciliation of selfish and heinous mistakes. So here is the crux of the matter: I am sorry for the pain I have caused you, and for the insecurity/instability/bafflement I may have left you with. If you did get this note... I would like to hear from you if possible. my cell number is still the same, and its on my what my dad calls "MyFace" or "SpaceBook" (Facebook). If you want to call or write and don't know what to say, just be honest, I initiation the awkward factor by contacting you (albeit sneakily) so you have no chance of being awkward in this (maybe slightly... but in a good way, I'm sure.) Be well,
Creatively Gray
"You say you read me like a book but the pages are all torn and frayed"
"Sometimes all I really wanna feel is love, sometimes I'm angry that I feel so angry. Sometimes my feelings get in the way, of what I feel I really needed to say"
"We're just blind pilots, in strange planes. Back seat drivers, in dead cars"
"Counting bodies like sheep (go back to sleep) to the rhythm of the war drums
"
"I wake up and think dreams are real,
I sleep so I don't have to feel"
"I'm just tired of counting bodies, is this mausoleum tardy? Let's just paint you a pretty face"
"You are no good. Cause I know you can`t sleep, til you know your overbearance makes me creep"
"Your the good things. Yeah thats you, yeah thats you, yeah.
"No matter what we say, no matter what we think, we will never, will never leave this room. What are we going to do about this?"
"When I go forwards, you go backwards, somewhere we will meet"
"Tell all the boys and girls from school, to keep breaking all the rules, to let their parents know their anger"
"Squirming through cuts in a throat. Cut it! Cut it!"
"Cut out my eyes to spite my heart, wish for sleep but never stopping, assignments pile up. "
"Any fool can easy pick a hole. I only wish I could fall in"
"Never leave
me paralyzed, love. Leave me hypnotized, love."
"Dancing on the corpses' ashes"
"Here I am expecting just a little bit, too much from the wounded. But I see through it all and see you."
"Now we're all the terminal cases, but were so determined to thrive. And those with defeat on their faces,
are those that we must keep alive"
"Chemicals will hit you. Chemicals will knock you down"
"Gaze into her killing jar I'd sometimes stare for hours. She even poked the holes so I can breath."
"So I threw you the obvious, to see what occurs behind the eyes of a fallen angel, eyes of a tragedy. Oh well. Apparently nothing. You don't see me. You don't see me at all."
"Do you remember that when we met you told me this gets harder, well it did."
"I'm gonna go to sleep
Let this wash all over me"
"A million nights in my silent room. I wanna learn all the right words I never knew. The saddest things I put you through. I got to hold you soon I'm asking you."
"Without you, everything falls apart. Without you, it's not as much fun to pick up the pieces."
"I'm comfortable apart, it's all written on my chart, and I take what's given me most cooperatively. I do what people say and lie in bed all day, absolutely horrified, I hope you're satisfied."
"She ate me up for breakfast, she screwed me in a vice. But now I don't know why I feel so tongue-tied"
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"Listen, strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony." ~Monty Python and The Holy Grail
"This is the one thing we must not say. A man who was merely a man and said the sort of things Jesus said would not be a great moral teacher. He would either be a lunatic-on a level with the man who says he is a poached egg-or else he would be the Devil of Hell. You must make your choice. Either this man was, and is, the Son of God: or else a madman or something worse. ~ C.S. Lewis
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"If you want to keep a friend, never criticize his family, religion, politics, or intonation."