… but it’s something you’ll get used to…<\/b><\/p>\n
This is for my friend and trainee<\/a> Sierra<\/a>, who can be found and ogled at her cam site<\/a>. “I began to count the dimples in the foam-board of the ceiling, but felt it to be far too practical, and switched to simply staring at them. I thought about seeing how long it would take to cover my leg in tiny drawings of flowers and spooky Halloween type trees, but reconsidered due to the limited ink supply in my favorite pen. Stay tuned for the latest developments.”<\/p>\n “My car is now clean. Let me describe my car: it is a 14 year old Oldsmobile with 3 hubcaps, 1 turn signal, and half a side view mirror. It’s unique amenities include a lovely spider-web design windshield, a Kindercare sitcker on the rear passenger side door, and a driver’s door which is permanently sealed. And now, it is free from straw wrappers, cigarette butts and Kiwanis club peanuts. I feel pretty stupid cleaning this car. When I moved to New Jersey I gave the car to my parents in the hopes that I would never be cleaning it again, but alas, the circle is complete: I am once again responsible for the beast.”<\/i><\/p>\n She’s also pretty fucking funny. Something has to change. Constant over stimu-lation numbs me It’s not enough. Finger deep within the borderline. I can help you change Blend and balance It’s not enough. Knuckle deep inside the borderline. Something kinda sad about How can it mean anything to me I’ll keep digging till Elbow deep inside the borderline. –Tool<\/b> (Stinkfist<\/i>, from the album Aenima<\/b>. get it.)<\/p>\n It will be good to have Sierra home. And it will be far<\/i> easier to keep her busy.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" —–<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/foolish-house.local\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/469"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/foolish-house.local\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/foolish-house.local\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/foolish-house.local\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/foolish-house.local\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=469"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/foolish-house.local\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/469\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/foolish-house.local\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=469"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/foolish-house.local\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=469"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/foolish-house.local\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=469"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
She has a little problem with boredom:<\/p>\n
I was listening to my new favorite toy, Napster, and downloaded… that would be, stole<\/i>… a song I am quite partial to.
The lyrics reminded me of Sierra’s little… difficulty.<\/p>\n
Un-deniable dilemma.
Boredom’s not a burden
Anyone should bear.<\/p>\n
and I wouldn’t have
you any other way.<\/p>\n
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I don’t want it.
I just need it.
To feel, to breathe, to know I’m alive.<\/b><\/p>\n
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Relax, turn around and take my hand.<\/p>\n
Tired moments into pleasure.
Say the word and we’ll be
Well upon our way.<\/p>\n
Pain and comfort
Deep within you
Till you will not have me any other way.<\/p>\n
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I don’t want it.
I just need it.
To feel, to breathe, to know I’m alive.<\/b><\/p>\n
This may hurt a little but it’s something you’ll get used to.
Relax. Slip away.<\/p>\n
the way that things have come to be.
Desensitized to everything.
What became of subtlety?<\/p>\n
If I really don’t feel anything at all?<\/p>\n
I feel something.<\/b><\/p>\n
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Shoulder deep within the borderline.
Relax. Turn around and take my hand.<\/i><\/p>\n
She has been missed.<\/p>\n