Srsly people, we have to get comfortable with craziness, if we are going to keep keep on keeping on as a blog that WILL sustain, WILL tolerate eccentricity, WILL comprise people who will just be happy to just hang out here and write shit like this,
and say; “Yes, We Love You! We Don’t Worry About It If You Seem Crazy!”
But you can talk, you can talk, you can talk.
What sorts of craziness do you want me to give you permission to discuss?
Not to worry. Go for it. Talk, talk, talk.
Work It Out.
Oh, and did I mention? Crazy is just a box to put people in.
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this is all a bunch of bullshit.
We HAVE a blog, that rocks.
A small thing that can grow.
We, together, a small thing that can grow.
Hey! Let’s talk about a zillion ways we can work on growing.
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at an old friend (I thought friend) who just turned mean.
I hate that I hate that I hate that I hate I HATE that.
Oh, fuck. I loved that guy so much.
I appreciate those of you here who understand.
I have to entirely redefine the term ” heart”
Or maybe “love”
Or maybe anything.
And I loves me some women who blog here. You pretty much rock in all sorts of ways, including as feminists,and that’s SO important.
I’m stil crying though, ladies. I know there are those of you who understand,not to mention lots of kind (if sometimes shy ) men.
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When I do this, this late night madness,
I think of trust. It’s always that way here.
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I think of trust.
I know I make crazy looking stuff here’ i like doing that.\
But I always think of trust.
And then I sleep.
Wild night stuff and then sleep.
In the morning I feel so much guilt. But it always goes away.
I’m like some kind of dog.
but there’s always more music.