hey! I'm coming back! well, it's either going to be an lj or a dland, & all for poems not bombs (because I can't come back yet.... it's really too much), but you'll be able to have at least some insight to my daily life. I was reading your old stuff at scribble and wayless, and it made me feel like craying (because it is the most beautiful thing).

_{3:32 pm - Sunday,May 5, 2002}

I'm number 4000! Heh. You just wish you could be me. All of you. // Hope things go better for you soon, Chris. I'm not too fond of the idea of not being able to read your genius. I hit this site more often than any other. Keep it going, especially things like "at the ends of the earth; love". You summed it up so beautifully, it seriously brought tears to my eyes.

_{0:07 am - Friday,May 3, 2002}

so I got a diaryland. I am a trendy girl, I am. here is a get well soon poem for you: you say that you are sick / your chest I did hear tick / perhaps you need / a fresh battery / replace the thing and I am sure - - - I can't think of anything to rhyme with "sure." I was stretching the rhyming ability. oh well. feel better.

_{3:02 am - Thursday,May 2, 2002}

I just crunched my waterbottle and the sound echoed outside. how do I know this? the sliding door is open. but mostly, I'm just popping things such as now, I'm popping in (on?) to say, hello.

_{9:02 pm - Monday,April 29, 2002}

sometimes i think they/we/me/us/everything underestimates you in certain facets- i think you could possibly be the greatest lover in a whole generation of people.

_{5:07 pm - Sunday,April 28, 2002}

Well, you never cease to amaze me, dspencer--er--wayless--er--Chris(?) Your writing instills in me emotions that I never knew existed. The feeling that someone out there is like me, someone out there is real, and you do it in such a poetic way that it almost makes me cry with happiness. <br> Please keep writing for all of us out here who need someone else's life to keep track of so we don't have to keep track of our own.

_{10:07 pm - Friday,April 26, 2002}

what is changing you so much? no, that wasn't stated in any sense of regret of disdain- i am head-tipped and i've been thumbing through your pages...and i've been thinking that identity is the projection and not the projector/producer/film editor/actors... maybe as human beings, we're composed of every possible facet and characteristic. extend in all directions far as you can, and you'll see that you can keep on going forever. what do you *want*, sweetie? if it's happiness, do what makes you happy. if it's something to write about- do everything erratic and most likely wrong. so...what do you want? (ps- sorry i take up so much room *wince*)

_{11:54 am - Thursday,April 25, 2002}

read descartes. read about complex brain chemistry, the most basic components of feeling & non-feeling. change.

_{10:00 pm - Wednesday,April 24, 2002}

"jo" may not be beautiful, but my full name is. i don't know. sometimes i just want to walk up and kiss you, to see if you'd change; transformation, like those sponge animals when you put them in water. but that wouldn't work now, now that you're trying so hard to hate me, resent me. // the world is so large... the external, flashy world of facades (as dan rather signs off the evening news behind me. what trash media people try to concern us with!), and the interpersonal world of the real, the actual. where others just like you also search, in varying degrees of intensity, to find what is real within others and to identify the artificial in themselves. maybe the other way around, but i don't think so. //

_{7:00 pm - Wednesday,April 24, 2002}

hope things are going well at the end of your semester. I will get you your book back next week. I am really enjoying it. Thanks for letting me borrow it.

_{11:26 pm - Tuesday,April 23, 2002}