Very nice!

I wish I could draw

Is thank you for smoking a movie title? Just sounds familiar.

This is very thought provoking. Nice work

i don't cry either, anymore.

what this says about us? who cares.

hope the guy's okey. he should be out by now?

Added to favorites.

Thank you for the stark honesty.

curious- why do you hate it?

"my mouth was stitched shut with convictions i wouldn't know i had until later." get out of my head, will ya?

i don't know if i could, but i'd try :)

digthis.

anything religious lately is kicking me in the mouth.

the image in general is striking; your observation, your question; this chapter's a succinct kind of complex.

i miss marquis.

though, you may not be marquis.

i am still not sure if you are,

because even if you were by this point

i think marquis is a different marquis

from the marquis i knew, a long time

ago.

the new marquis is too far in the future

for me to tell him about my new

girlfriend or for me to say 'hey, marquis,

i plan on smoking up next friday and

i wish you were here to smoke with me', or

for me to even let him know about all

the weird shit that's been happening (because

i'm sure the old marquis would listen

and laugh, because it's a bit ironic that

my new best friend almost fucked my old

best friend, but now i am dating the old

best friend and life is very strange.) ((incidentally,

i hope you've turned the cuss filter off,

because if it is on none of that will make sense.))

i used marquis eight times.

now nine.

it's a terribly addictive name.

and if you are not really marquis, in body or mind,

then you can just ignore this strange rant and

go on living your life. i hope you find what you're

looking for.

No, but I

love the thought

of it.

i must have read and re-read this twenty times by now.

just, gah

i think everyone wants to get lost in

something much greater than themselves.

lovely entry.

the title for this chapter was a lovely little kick of humor.

"it's got no lines"- this could get stuck in my head for days (i mean this in a good way, hope it makes sense)

and yeah, the feeling is everywhere. (random idea- with anyone who agrees, we should do a mass co-lab?)

nope-no bad omen type feeling that i know of. just a rather potent distaste for everyday living.

stupidity is the natural way of population control.

the tobacco industry just helps.

we should stop making safety labels to weed out all the dumbasses.

or, you know. we could just do nothing.

it's okay.

i used to live in color, when i was a child.

but now i'm a bit more flat, a bit less extreme.

people change.

i've never been able to draw or paint.

words are all i have. i must admit i'm

somewhat envious.