Never mind the false builder of tales.
He speaks too much, you see.
It's been a while since I've bothered to wake from my...cat nap.
I am nothing of a builder
Yet here 7 19 12 14 26 8 dreamt 19 22 was an architect.
Strange thing is, he is an architect deep down.
Or, rather, I am. He and I are not the same, but somehow...
This modern tablet technology I am using to post this is strange, to say the least. It makes odd clicking noises when I type it's imaginary letters. How does that work? Matrices or something? Never mind my rumblings, either, dear readers. Dear me.
Dear 7 19 12 14 26 8
Won't you come out to play?
Oh, this should be fun.
Yours truly,
23 26 22 23 26 15 6 8
=>
[[Even a legend may plagiarize.]]
Monday, March 25, 2013
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Try One
We saw it a while ago, standing there, staring at Rosie. She noticed it too, but seemed to brush him off somehow.
I'll say something more normal-sounding, here: I finally met Nora, Rosie's friend from the northern/central Midwest area. I actually had a lot of fun, running around downtown without a care in the world. Maybe I need to relax more often. The problem with relaxing, I suppose, is that when I do, it shows up. That tall, haunting thing.
Enough of that, though. I'm worried for Rosie. She seems (thankfully) ignorant enough if the situation...I hope I'm not the one who's pulled her into this.
Writing blogs in math class isn't the most productive thing ever. Ha, look at me being normal again! Daedalus, look at me now. I can conform...I can be me. Friends are good to have.
Rosie's messaging me, trying to get me to acquire more social media accounts. Oh boy.
Maybe I don't need to reflect anymore. I'm sorry if I have hooked you all into a story that I may not tell. Maybe recording my experiences so openly is a bad idea, after all.
I read Rosie's blog posts all the way through; she has seen a few things she shouldn't have, and has crossed the line a few times, as far as privacy...but she seems to have backed off. She's just really curious, I suppose.
I'm sorry that the train of consciousness has sort of derailed as of late. Hopefully I can finally figure out how to write a normal sounding blog like M and Bondie or Celeste or Damien or Alex or someone else. Maybe I'll find something else to talk about, just to distract myself. Yeah, maybe. I'll try to be normal. That'd be a blessing.
I'll say something more normal-sounding, here: I finally met Nora, Rosie's friend from the northern/central Midwest area. I actually had a lot of fun, running around downtown without a care in the world. Maybe I need to relax more often. The problem with relaxing, I suppose, is that when I do, it shows up. That tall, haunting thing.
Enough of that, though. I'm worried for Rosie. She seems (thankfully) ignorant enough if the situation...I hope I'm not the one who's pulled her into this.
Writing blogs in math class isn't the most productive thing ever. Ha, look at me being normal again! Daedalus, look at me now. I can conform...I can be me. Friends are good to have.
Rosie's messaging me, trying to get me to acquire more social media accounts. Oh boy.
Maybe I don't need to reflect anymore. I'm sorry if I have hooked you all into a story that I may not tell. Maybe recording my experiences so openly is a bad idea, after all.
I read Rosie's blog posts all the way through; she has seen a few things she shouldn't have, and has crossed the line a few times, as far as privacy...but she seems to have backed off. She's just really curious, I suppose.
I'm sorry that the train of consciousness has sort of derailed as of late. Hopefully I can finally figure out how to write a normal sounding blog like M and Bondie or Celeste or Damien or Alex or someone else. Maybe I'll find something else to talk about, just to distract myself. Yeah, maybe. I'll try to be normal. That'd be a blessing.
Saturday, February 2, 2013
Alright, it's okay
The first month of the new year was calm. Rosie buried the notebook which has been causing so much trouble, and I think she's stopped trying to sneak answers out of me regarding my...well, just myself in general.
I haven't told her anything yet. Should I? I assumed that the only time I could tell her everything that happened to me would be if she actually became thoroughly involve in this...or if she came across this blog.
I've not been seeing the thing for a while, however, so that's a relief.
It's snowing.
Gotta love the Midwestern USA.
I haven't told her anything yet. Should I? I assumed that the only time I could tell her everything that happened to me would be if she actually became thoroughly involve in this...or if she came across this blog.
I've not been seeing the thing for a while, however, so that's a relief.
It's snowing.
Gotta love the Midwestern USA.
Friday, January 4, 2013
Guess it always comes down to,
It's another year that I never thought I would see.
...signifying nothing.
This year...I hope things stay better. I hope it decides that Rosie isn't interesting enough. I hope...
That's all I can do, isn't it? I can only hope I won't be hollowed...hallowed again. I can only hope that I left no trail behind, besides adoption papers. I can only only only hope that I can stay here.
I look back at this all and I just can't think straight. Has it really only been so long since I left home with my sister? Of course, it hasn't really been that short an amount of time, but from the perspective of a young adult who has been in the world for less than 20 years... Yet, somehow, I feel as though I have seen more of the world than I was intended to see at this age. I have run, I have fought, I have harmed, I have...no, let's not get into that. That wasn't me.
I'm so sorry for all of this ranting. It all sort of turned train-of-thought on me. I hope that getting everything out makes other runners feel less...feel less alone. Maybe I can help. Maybe. In M and Brodie's absence, I still remain...a childish newbie, yes, but still. Heh.
get your Damn pAle empty facE away from mine. i hate you.
you can't come in.
this isn't your place. this isn't your DomAin, you eLdritch abomination...yoU...that'S it. stay the fuck away from me.
Here's to 2013. Here's to us, fellow runners.
This year...I hope things stay better. I hope it decides that Rosie isn't interesting enough. I hope...
That's all I can do, isn't it? I can only hope I won't be hollowed...hallowed again. I can only hope that I left no trail behind, besides adoption papers. I can only only only hope that I can stay here.
I look back at this all and I just can't think straight. Has it really only been so long since I left home with my sister? Of course, it hasn't really been that short an amount of time, but from the perspective of a young adult who has been in the world for less than 20 years... Yet, somehow, I feel as though I have seen more of the world than I was intended to see at this age. I have run, I have fought, I have harmed, I have...no, let's not get into that. That wasn't me.
I'm so sorry for all of this ranting. It all sort of turned train-of-thought on me. I hope that getting everything out makes other runners feel less...feel less alone. Maybe I can help. Maybe. In M and Brodie's absence, I still remain...a childish newbie, yes, but still. Heh.
you can't come in.
this isn't your place. this isn't your DomAin, you eLdritch abomination...yoU...that'S it. stay the fuck away from me.
Here's to 2013. Here's to us, fellow runners.
...that the air would bring
Oh, the fog...
How long it's been since I was last aquatinted with thick fog...closing in...closer, now...
I knew I couldn't escape. It was too good to be true.
It was only a matter of time.
No sign of it/him.
I hope Rosie's alright.
There's a severe winter storm warning. I'm hoping it's normal. I'm hoping it's nothing to do with it/him.
Youcantberealyoucantberealyoucantbe
hah. there he is. hello, old friend.
How long it's been since I was last aquatinted with thick fog...closing in...closer, now...
I knew I couldn't escape. It was too good to be true.
It was only a matter of time.
No sign of it/him.
I hope Rosie's alright.
There's a severe winter storm warning. I'm hoping it's normal. I'm hoping it's nothing to do with it/him.
hah. there he is. hello, old friend.
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