| a postcard from the edge: i'm already wet and i'm gonna go swimming |
[May. 28th, 2003|10:08 pm] |
dear reader,
i don't mean to be didactic. but i thought i should give you all the facts about my current affliction.
ba·nal: adj.
Drearily commonplace and often predictable; trite: “Blunt language cannot hide a banal conception” (James Wolcott).
i'm taking an extended hiatus from livejournal.
i was wearing my confidence like a chainmail dress. his words slipped in between. perhaps he could not see my heart i safety pinned to my sleeve.
now, i am stripped. better to expose all the flaws than to wear those gaudy rags, yes?
i shall skinny dip in the cesspool of mediocrity until my fingers get pruny. until i am tired of swimming. until i drown, and small children poke at my bloated corpse with those leaf skimmer things.
i'm sorry.
kisses,
briana |
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