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June 27th, 2006

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May 7th, 2006

10:30 am (My human hasn't gotten around to letting me post on this thing for an age. It's always, "I'm tired" or "Nah, can't be bothered to type." Tyrant.) It's such a tired game Will it ever stop How will this all play out Out of sight, out of mind By now we should know How to communicate instead of coming to blows We're on a roll And there ain't no stopping us now We're burning under control Isn't it strange how We're all burning under the same sun By now we say it's a war for peace It's the same old game But do we really want to play? We could close our eyes it's still there We could say it's us against them We can try but nobody wins Gravity has got a hold on us all We try to put it out But it's a growing flame Using fear as fuel Burning down our name And it wont take too long Cause words are burning same And who we gunna blame now? And oh, it's such a crying crying crying shame It's such a crying crying crying shame It's such a crying crying crying shame, shame, shame By now It's beginning to show A number of people are numbers who aint coming home I can close my eyes it's still there Close my mind be alone Close my heart and not care But gravity has got a hold on us all It's a terrific price to pay But in the true sense of the word Are we using what we've learned? In the true sense of the word Are we losing what we were? It's such a tired game Will it ever stop? Is not for me to say And is it in our blood? Or is it just our fate? And how will this all play out Out of sight, out of mind And who we gunna blame? On and on It's such a crying crying crying shame It's such a crying crying crying shame Current Mood: contemplative Current Music: Crying Shame - Jack Johnson

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April 15th, 2006

05:32 pm Don't ever ask me where I go, Last man who asked me had to go Because if you start asking Then I'll be hostile acting, Don't ever ask me where I go Don't ever ask me where I'm from, In six states that's considered dumb, Because if you start asking, I'll pull this heat I'm packing, Don't ever ask me where I'm from I've never been beaten, I won't stop competing, (Don't ever ask me where I'm from) I get the red out, When I take my lead out, (Don't ever ask me where I'm from) In six states that's considered dumb Don't ever ask me where I go Just thought I oughta let you know Because if you start asking, Then I'll be hostile acting... Current Location: Hardcore Days And Softcore Nights - Aqueduct Current Mood: happy

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April 5th, 2006

02:02 pm Hmm. Had to give the human another pep talk this morning. She gets dispirited easily when she sees other people working at their hobbies or skills with drive and ambition, because for some reason we rarely stick at anything for more than a few months. Zed's a perfectionist, which doesn't help, but she also gets bored and frustrated. She told me that when she sees other people achieving, she feels like there must be something wrong with her mindset. Pssh. Ridiculous. I told 'er, "Listen. Imagine you have an agility course set up - hoops, tunnels, see-saws, winding poles. You send through the collies and they love it, it's fun for them, exciting, challenging. Now imagine getting hold of a lynx and trying to make it do the same thing. Wouldn't work, would it? You hate the hoops, so what? You're good at other things." I may not settle as a lynx, but the point still stands. Just 'cause you're different, doesn't mean you're worth less. Some people like discipline and order, some don't. Well, it's a nice afternoon - I'm stretched out beside Zed on the desk with the sunlight pouring in. I've been bored outta my skull watching Zed paint all morning. The art teachers lie when they tell you that it's not that much homework, oh, how they lie. Current Mood: drowsy Current Music: Under The Gun - The Killers

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April 3rd, 2006

08:12 pm - Introductions. Rawr. Be impressed. S'up, ya'll? OK, I'll cut the crap. I'm here 'cause Zed's giving me a free rein for the first time in a bloody long while. I wanted coherency and a little bit o' clarity. No more mind-amalgamations, long spiels of clashing thoughts - well, maybe to the second one, but they'll be my own. They'll be distinguishable from Zed's. Don't get me wrong, I love my girl, but sharing a head-space can make a guy claustrophobic if he's choking under the weight of someone else's expectations all the time. For too long now we've been wrapped around each other in a stalemate, pretty much firing blanks at each other and wasting our time, so now I've decided to make sure that we take the time to get it straight whose thoughts are whose. Not that it matters, us being one person, but you get the idea. I like having my own voice. Now that the awkward intro is over 'n done with, I should bow out gracefully, but Zed has no homework and I'm lazy. Besides, I couldn't do grace if I tried. I'm not a suave dæmon - sarcasm and pointed looks are about as high as I reach on that level. I'm happier with a short insult and a knowing grin. When I say 'play the fool', I mean it literally. I'll do anything to get my human laughing. Whether it's acting completely daft and putting it down to spring fever, shadow boxing, singing falsetto, snarling out snarky comments to passers-by or leaping up to strike a pose, I can be counted on to lighten her mood when the going is tough. After all, what's a dæmon for? I can be short-tempered and snappy or as mad as your proverbial hatter. I like saying what I feel, which comes from Zed being so repressed about it all. Hey, if you're having a bad day, someone's gonna know sooner or later when they catch you at the wrong moment and get themselves an earful, so you might as well get it off your chest. And if someone's pissing you off, you're human. Go on, get angry. Sometimes cynicism and sarcasm are the order of the day, other times I'm off looking for high adventure - whether my girl likes it or not. I try to stay upbeat and keep things light to take the pressure off her. I love music and chilling out with Zed in front of something good on a screen - who doesn't like Lost? - but I'm equally happy to sit there for an hour or more and talk to her or entertain her. I often take the role of court jester, though with less of the capering and the bells. Please. I do like to retain certain vestiges of my dignity, even after yowling an atrocious version of some love song or another at my human and performing actions to match. Oh, the limitations of the non-corporeal body. Zed has to go eat dinner - and she's saying how weird it feels to type about herself in the third person X_x. Get used to it, hon. Gggr, dragging me away from my newly-created shrine to myself. What d'you mean, 'place to untangle my thoughts'? You've gotta be joking, I want offerings: lotus flowers, fine silks, the whole lot. Later XD. Current Mood: complacent Current Music: Sleep All Day - Jason Mraz

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