Colainn gan cheann duine gan anamchara.--Old Irish Proverb
(A person without a soul-friend is a body without a head)
Posted...notes, numbers of confirmation....this has been done, this: immediate attention required....demanded. All parts engaged. Remember, this is skin, this is touch.....no, it is supposed to feel JUST LIKE THIS. No sleep until you see it, Love and Rockets sang it. No sleep, no sleep, no sleep....as long as it takes. Is this a silly question, "When you look at me, do you see anything?" Crazy? Like locusts, furious, frenzied, flying masses of....starving, avid, livid, beautiful like the ugliest cloud of crazy, crying, demented me.....ME. What does it mean in bells ringing? Say it like this, like music that is NOT music, is not anything at all....Is me?
Lonely? Angry? Sad?
What is it not to feel:....apathy, clinging death. Cheat me. Forget me. There is nothing like kissing me, like slipping the tongue to a ghost.
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