A cacophany of nothing  

rm_Drishya 38F
146 posts
8/12/2005 3:02 pm

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A cacophany of nothing


Do you ever stop to wonder how you think one thing or feel one thing in a certain place in time and someone can come along and effectually cause such noise in your head that not only can you not hear yourself think, you don't know your ass from your elbow anymore.

Yes, my reader, I am confused. I am confused about everything and about nothing. I am baffled by people who say one thing, do another, and then recant and say something totally contrary to their first statement.

So tell me, when someone really baffles you, what do you do? How do you find the center of all the information and figure out what you think and what you feel?

lifeisablast333 53M

8/12/2005 4:09 pm

we go through life expecting people to be fake, waiting for the stab in the back, and the lies.....and when you meet the rotten monkeys that made us feel the way we do we are not surprised, and when cool, nice people show up in our lives, it is like a breath of fresh air...but keep on blogging cause blog land is full of nice people, from all walks of life, all shapes and sizes, and colors....and i have yet to meet a rat on this site....all good people so far...and watch your back in the real world..take care of number one......and just smile at the rotten monkeys..cause you knew they would do it before they did...............


rm_mtnravyn 60M
890 posts
8/14/2005 4:11 pm

Incongruity was the bane of my life. Those who were important, I confronted and requested they do what they say and say what they mean. Some are no longer imprtant but those who chose to be congruent with me are even more importnat and I trust them. If they are not importnat they are not in my life, or if they have to be I neveer ever take what they say at face value. As said earlier "I watch my back." It is a reflection of the respect you have for yourself to allow the incongruity to continue in important relatiosnhips, I believe.


rm_tattoocliff 47M

8/14/2005 9:40 pm

a distant cacophany of uncertian peals...(spell). i was going to tell tou to give it up. uh, the poetry. who slept to breath the softened strain, the action of the fatal blade tempts me to wild again in my stiff bone staid, like aGONGIZING LEAVES UPON STILL WATERS LIE, BENEANTH PAINTED SILK W/ HER I WOULD FLY.... BLAH, BLAH, BLAH.. THAT TOOK ME TWENTY SECONDS. NOW NOTHING SLEEPS. SUCKING ME DRY FROM YOUR SHADOWLAND......


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