Is Something Burning?

Amanda says...

My seasonal blues have kicked in early this year. Too early. They are bleeding in to what is usually my favorite time of year. My best time of year.

I have a feeling it's going to be a long, cold, quiet couple of months. Not scary. ...just sad. And desperately lonely.

Perhaps I put myself in this position, though. Perhaps there will be a method to my madness. I would be so thrilled to find something to show for it all by Spring.

I hope.

Or perhaps I will be as hopeless as Jack Torrence, searching for what he lost in a dark, endless winter that consumes him.


Lacey says...

I am content to crouch.
Quietly.
...carefully.

Like a chaos kept in close quarters.
I will cook.
Incubate.
Become.

I will claw my way out when I'm crispy.

Underground

Insanity, can it be vanity? Where is the humanity?

And havin' a twisted fantasy with an arm a leg amputee

Straight jacket with a hundred and eight brackets

And a strap that wraps twice around my back

Then they latch it

-Eminem

Susie says...

You would think the worst part of my job would be having to help people who are more stupid than I am all day long. You would think. The truth is, that torment almost doesn't compare to working for people who are more stupid than I am. It is a game of patience I fear I am slowly starting to lose.

I have always struggled with being passive aggressive. I'm too ambitious.


Lacey says...

Insanity is coming this early. Can you smell it in the air, Miss Sunshine. Nipping at your nose. Making your hair stand on end. Like an electrical charge--lightning about to strike. The anticipation is so much worse than it's arrival. Wouldn't you agree?

Put 'em up, Sue. I'm ready to dance around the ring with. Oh so ready.

She Craves Lemon Pie III

Sparky says...

I hate it when he makes me feel like shit. He knows exactly how to. And I'd like to think he doesn't mean it. But he does. He is too smart not to.

Then again, I am too smart to let him continue to hurt me. Or to be all that offended anymore.

I suppose my heart will always break at least a little for him. He counts on it. And so do I.

Call it our sick and twisted way of still being together without actually being together.

Persy says...

Oh you poor little baby

Saving all your stupid tears for a moment that will matter

It will never matter

Get over it

You are inching closer to the blade

Try as you might to satisfy the urge

With booze and ciguarettes...

It will never satitate

A slow ache is no substitute

For quick and sharp penetration

Penetrate

Penetrate

Penetrate...

Pretty, pretty please