http://www.geocities.com/15lmr This site is my attempt to represent my chaotic world - nothing more than another meek cry through cyberspace, a scratching at the surface in the hope that something of me might make a mark on the world, somewhere. Although they say that in space, no one can hear you scream... http://www.geocities.com/15lmr/phaseone/precarious.html Joined across time, distance and mind | linked by precarious moments | random acts of insight | that define a fine line between justification and misunderstanding... http://www.geocities.com/15lmr/phaseone/mistakes.html We have to talk. Yeah, I know, we don't, fine, I do, ok? I'll talk, you listen. Wanted you to know, I'm holding your future for ransom. You have a lifetime in which to fulfill my demands; and they're gonna change, day to day, month to month, year to year, and I want each one as much as the last. You can't cheat on them and you can't cheat on me - but if you want to, you can try. You can also try to leave, but you'll never feel quite the same, remembering why... http://www.geocities.com/15lmr/phaseone/difference.html i live in a house of positive vibes
at least i hope so, because my microphone breathes it in
thunder outside and the input levels flicker; they jump at the neighbours' door slamming
and tonight my house and i are making history
note by precious note i try and do something special, something good
is happiness good? does happy music reach into the sad, like sad music does?
i am remembering elliott, remembering words; i don't want to say but i want to know i do it still
if i didn't know the difference, living alone would probably be ok...
i had the bizarre feeling all my cds would be wiped clean
someday i may wonder about being reached from beyond the grave
someday, could the thunder and i be immortal?
strange thoughts
strange week
but i have never known any different
i don't want to know any different
but i am never the only one...