February 14, 2007

• This big web

  Everything is a big web.
  A sticky, confusing, easily deteriorating web.
  I noticed someone was searching from AOL about Joshua Tree NP. Which makes me think … well it just makes me think.
  I’ll skip that.
  People hate it when I do that. Say something and then stop. Shrug it off. Leaving this gaping hole in the communication web. A bit that everyone weaves into.  I do it in  life. Game or  real.
  Oh nevermind, I won’t get into that. -grin-
  I went on vacation, but turned out to be something serious had to be taken care of. What was it? Can’t tell you. Don’t want to talk about it. -shrug-
  I will say that I hooked up with family. My gods what a spin that was. My family doesn’t change, that’s good, basically. It was as if I’d never left. Usually people change a lot, friends drift apart, life goes on. Life went on, but no one changed. Maybe they looked a little washed out, but absolutely nothing changed. The love was still there. The sympathy was still there.
  Sympathy? Yes. Madre. She was always just barely hanging on, in my mind. Always ready to blow. It isn’t an explosion, though, now I see. It is a slow leak. She’s in a puddle at everyone’s feet. But because she’s down there, not seeing eye to eye with anyone… It just simply isn’t like that to her. My family has sympathy for me. Because of her. -roll-
  Enough about that.
  I got a new tattoo. It’s an ankh over my heart. OK, not over my heart really, my left boob. It’s the thought that counts. It’s sweet. But my phone is dead, so I can’t post the picture. -shame-
  Death.
  No, I won’t say it. Those that need to know, know.
  “The sweetest way to die” – Cardigans, it’s somewhat of a dirge. Taps. -sigh- Then going into work today, I heard that sad bagpipe song.
  A broken person is usually noticeable. Usually.
  My game is this huge web, too. Not too terribly many people, although a good bit. Plucking at strands, hard to mend the broken ones. Sometimes you just have to eat the web and and make a new one. I don’t like the idea of eating something I already put out, so, that’s not going to happen.
  I had more to say but I’m making an attempt at being cryptic.
  Love.
  Ahhhhhhhhhh. Really, what needs to be said about that? It  is the best feeling in the world.  It makes me smile when I can’t.

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