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Wed, Apr. 19th, 2006, 01:29 am
booraadley: (no subject)

Finders Posters

A few years back I found a book in a charity shop called Do It!- A guide to living your dreams . It had been reduced from £3.50 to 50p.
It has a few great quotes in there like, "Love your enemies just in case your friends turn out to be a bunch of bastards."

Aside from the quotes what really kept me flicking through the pages were the writings of someone who had previously owned the book. I love the fly on the wall feeling of being able to see what points in the book mattered to this person. Which sentences had been underlined, encircled. Where the reader had added exclamation marks to emphasise that a certain section of the book had really struck a cord with her (what d'ya reckon, it's a 'her'?) life at that time.

I rediscovered this book today.

I wonder where she is now. I wonder whether she achieved her dreams.

Wed, Apr. 19th, 2006, 12:28 am
imanoneemous: (no subject)

Why are you so uncomfortable with anonymity?

Do you perform a background check to identify whether someone is worth talking to?

Knowing nothing about the poster means you cannot tailor your response accordingly. But why should you? If you are comfortable with yourself and your beliefs and thoughts you will give the same reply to a question whether it’s from someone you know well or a complete stranger.

The internet always lies. Would it be preferable if comments came from users who had constructed fake internet personas that bear no resemblance to who they really are? Because that’s what we all do anyway.

Anonymity is probably the closest to reality.

Mon, Apr. 17th, 2006, 05:21 pm
hefelumpman: You.

I looked at pictures of you today.
I just happened to drift past them
I looked at them all.
Your transformation in time was remarkable
and frightening.
I never thought someone could change so much
in such horrible ways.
I stopped hating you long ago
But I still don't like
who you became
Or the change you made me feel.
I hope you are happy with your life.

I'm still changing, evolving
in seven years,
I'll be sure of myself.
One day, I hope to have
the confidence of a bulldozer;
Break down the walls.
Open the garden to the public.
For now, let's just oil the gate

Tue, Apr. 11th, 2006, 01:15 am
booraadley: (no subject)

Hi, I'm your commnunity maintainer for the morning, noon and night. Sit back and breathe in the smell of wet paint... This place has been newly decorated.

Prettying-up The Past

The guiding light of
Wishes entitled
‘If only’ has disappeared.

I dropped the torch.

Fumbling in the dark
Examining Utopian scenarios
With matches
I note:
They don’t satisfy me.

Nothing really does.

This past I cling onto,
I want to fix
With superfantasticgloo.

Give me a sugar-paper-coated canvas
Made from 100% recycled dark days.
I could make it real pretty.

With pipe-cleaners and glitter tears,
It could be treasured for a moment-
Then torn up.

Until all I can see-
Are 23-
Scattered goodbyes.

Tue, Apr. 11th, 2006, 01:12 am
hefelumpman: No name.

in my circle, I sometimes wonder
who am I? where do I stand?
we sit and talk
laugh and joke
drink coffee
and then, I am assaulted by a thought - "are these true friends?"
And it's something I can't answer.
And I worry.
Is the existence of the question an answer in itself?
Should I not know by now?

I am so different from them.
I see a they, and I see a me.

I wonder what they think of me.
I would like to sneak inside their heads at night
tiptoe silently and read the files
Find the truth.

I want to reveal myself
fully, unadulterated
uncensored, unashamed
I don't want to have to be
a filtered version of myself
just to have an easier ride.

I feel hidden and unknown
but I am scared to reveal myself.
I feel lonely and isolated
I want to be close, be connected
but I don't know why I'm not.

I was in love, long ago
I have vague recollections of what it was like to feel
it was nice.
I hope it happens again.

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