DAMN I wish I had said that.....

[Snoogans4Jay]

"You climb, and climb,
hand over hand. You reach
the top. You stand on the
shaky edge of your heart.
You look at his eyes.
You look into his eyes.
You hold your breath and jump.
You leap into his arms.
His arms are at this sides.
You fall past his window
and hit the ground. You
are shattered, all broken
up like someone taking a
bottle and dropping it onto
the gournd. All busted up.
Sharp jagged broken pieces
of yourself just lying
onto the ground. You put the
pieces back together again.
They never go back
quite the same. The outside
is seamless, smooth, but inside,
broken glass mind and a
soul with tiny little cracks
in the sides and some loose
splinters at the bottom. They stay
to remind you. At times the soul
glass splinters will give you
a jab to remind you of your leap.
After a time, when you start climbing
again, you
will forget about the soul glass splinters.
He can break your fall or let you
fall and break. And every time you jump
you
just know he's gonna catch you.."
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With apologies and copywrites to Henry Rollins

[Snoogans4Jay]

Another quote from Room 21361


I live in disguise
I move from station to station
My dreams smash like glass acts in jagged
formation.
Like the fool that I am I swallow the slivers
and spit dead empty songs in the face of miss
givers

Memories get pulled like teeth from the shelf
I look in the mirror but can't see myself
The one that I can't see is the one that I am
The one that I can't be is the one in demand.

[Erich Zann]

Nov 30, 2008 6:50:24 GMT -5 Snoogans4Jay said:

...I THOUGHT I already had a thread for this so if you find it I couldn't Guess that is why this thread is drunk and disorderly

"People. God knows I love them. (Do not fear the sarcasm). Actually I can't say that I hate very many people specifically: so few seem real enough to deserve that level of attention. Certainly though there are some good people out there, somewhere. It's just that, here, in my tiny facet of this spinning pile, it's so rare to really feel anything from anyone. Connections are difficult. There's an irritation in being among people who've already found their connection. And finding that those left who haven't are as undesirable as the void they would be replacing. The numbing mind-ream of knowing you're alone not because people won't accept you, but because you find so little worth accepting. An imposed solitude is better than simply tolerating your company in waiting for something better. So loneliness is not such a terrible thing when you consider that the alternative to thought provoking solace, is to be surrounded only by reminders of why that solitude is preferable. I'd take film and music over the blurry mass of faces I've encountered. People begin to look like mere fleshy reaction machines: passionless, and dead. But this is all in my own head; I can't claim to be arrogant enough to be certain of any particular perception. After all, reality is what we make it.........."

Jhonen Vasquez

G*DDAMN. This is how I feel. Way way way awesome to Jhonen if this is his. Just right out of my brain.