Twenty |
20 people...(stole this from Heather MaeYou can say anything when you've got nothing to lose.1. List some things you want to say to 20 different people but you know you never will.2. Don't say who the...
Posted by sheila sunshine on Tue, 30 Oct 2007 11:05:00 PST |
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I don't know what's wrong with me.
Posted by sheila sunshine on Thu, 27 Sep 2007 11:47:00 PST |
Ether. |
It's the sensation
When you hear that familiar song over and over again
Your name until it's surreal and disconnected
And you're rippled at the edges: A Barely There
With the Everything flowing throug...
Posted by sheila sunshine on Tue, 24 Apr 2007 10:50:00 PST |
Lie to Me |
... I promise I'll believe.
That's all it takes still, just one of those songs, and I think about her. The sensation is different now though. I've stopped associating that wholenes...
Posted by sheila sunshine on Tue, 20 Mar 2007 02:21:00 PST |
Stage Crew: Here's An Ode to You. |
I think it's the fact that I've recently finished helping out with Thoroughly Modern Millie that I've felt this rush, this immense joy and emptiness all at once. I had my four years and somehow was "b...
Posted by sheila sunshine on Tue, 13 Mar 2007 09:34:00 PST |
Splinter. |
Ugh.. I can't go to bed until my homework is done and I can't get my homework done because I've got this inner shut down thing going on. Fabulous.
And since it IS technically the 14th now, I hope...
Posted by sheila sunshine on Wed, 14 Feb 2007 11:07:00 PST |
Window Clad |
The eye, the lung: a bubbled piece of heat blasted sand bursting to life. What was once grainy and rough is now a smooth liquid. It can afford to be forgiving....
Posted by sheila sunshine on Fri, 29 Dec 2006 12:47:00 PST |
Chibita |
This late night feeling keeps me up in stitches. I don't know what I want.
I can't even write a blog. I write, delete. Write, delete. Always temporary, never permanent. Fleeting. I'm on a wind,...
Posted by sheila sunshine on Mon, 11 Dec 2006 10:06:00 PST |
The Cradle Days of Caterpillar Sleep |
It's not dreaming, it's lying about reality.
Whole cities in my head. And a moose with gold teeth and whiskers.
Posted by sheila sunshine on Thu, 23 Nov 2006 11:30:00 PST |
When I Come Around |
12:20 am and guess who just got back to me?
Hm.
Posted by sheila sunshine on Mon, 13 Nov 2006 09:20:00 PST |
