had a look on my shelf, couldn't find my anthology. flipped sideways. but it was there, i just wasn't looking hard. found ramblings, will write some here: only love can conquer hate all today's kids are tortured, and instead of a moral family to support, they turn to influences like TV. which gives them stupid violent ideas of suicide and stuff, in the old days you had to be crazy to do it. now days you're crazy to not, at least, try. wandering insanity's depth hither and yon dislocated thoughts arcing to eachother for a semblance of normalcy one true love, been and gone, nothing to live for =fatalism entertaining a paranoid delusional fantasy dry cereal - milk was expensive thinly spread jam sandwhiches on wholemeal bread for desert makes you appreciate what you've got. always slashing at my wrists, lengthways, but hiding it, doing it in public (under desks etc) i'm not supposed to have knives, i'm far too dangerous with them entire body screaming, stabbing pain in my neck hand on a weapon, my eyes are bleeding the knife is for me and there isn't much time. how's that for a random insight into my psychoticness. some are memories, some just quips that i thought up, others just random. anyway. uneventful week really, work's been going quickly which is good, been sleeping well, bike not running, mission with the front caliper, thinks fork's twisted. better not be. no big plans, movies and piss at blaine's this w/end. buying new stereo on saturday meh. life goes on as per normal i guess. _R0b1801|231105