prime number.
Every part of me is trying not to call you.
I remember the code to your hello all too well. I am certainly no mathematician, yet never has a sequence of numbers looked more tempting. I add them, multiply, repeat in several languages. Anything to prevent me from pushing them in order, from the phone mocking the slow-motion of my pulse rate before you pick up. I secretly consider the numerous permutations in which the sound of your voice could reverse my unraveled state. I want you to say my name.
When I exhale this breath I am holding, I will release an entire notion with it.
June 2nd, 2007 |
I already get called FrankenNad because of my piercing.. -_-”
o, irony.
May 31st, 2007 |
I accidentally ran away from the internet a few days. It was worth it, I think. I’m suffering block too but still trying to fart little things out to keep myself from going asystole.
frankentweedle sounds so funny, we should make shirts.
May 30th, 2007 |
I’m so jealous that you can still write. Writing is now my full-time occupation. I think I have about 3 scripts and 2 short stories up my sleeeves which I’ve yet to start on. None of which I can share freely as you do.
The ex has CSS notes for me to learn so we can bring to life a frankentweedle domain. Frankentweedle sounds kinda nice, yah? Blah.
I’m burnt out, Tweedleluv. Miss our blabbers. Where are you?