The Terrors Of Being Mediator
I spent a night caught up in someone else's business. Someone else's difficulties with the superficial bullshit brought on by miscommunication. There's always next time. Though it will take being an April Fool.
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
My Darker Moments
About Me
- Name: Leviathan
- Location: Australia
The rattle and whisper of the mind is rapid and always changing. Sometimes crooning in my ear, sometimes howling at the moon.And yet, though I run a winding road, I keep running into the same ghosts. Chasing down a vision and a dream.
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3 Comments:
Hey! What happened with the pile of bones?
Im not entirely sure.
A little more than nothing, a little less than what I want. There's reasons for that. I got involved in something that I shouldn't have. With someone else. But there's always next time.
Visits by skeletons? Whatever next?
How are you getting on?
XXX
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