2001-08-17 - 11:47 p.m.

"i love people, i just don't tell them that."

illness... is the keyword. i am oh so sick of the social circles and hipsters chasing their tails and the appropriate locations for road trips and the counterculture's accepted phrases or terminology and the "please sir, may i pursue this intellectual niche?" and all of your lives for lease. unsincere smiles and nods and declarations of understanding and

OH HOW TRAGIQUE

is the fact that i'm drained and wandering in humanity's semi-conscious haze hoping to seek you out, to perhaps cleanse each others' tears again and fall together and perhaps deconstruct what was never meant to be there in the first place.

Or maybe I'll just stumble to point B, frozen in doubt, never once aware; merely seeking a helping hand on the way and perhaps a smile and lips for a reciprocal touch.