Author: admin

Saturday:

Post author By admin
Post date August 7, 1999

Things are going well at the compound, lately.
The major conflicts are starting to get ironed out, and a smooth productive organizational structure is falling into place.

I can feel the summer coming to a close… the hectic pace is starting to ease up… I’ll be glad to roll into the fall with a solid production schedule. It sounds corporate, but it really does take a lot of worry off of your mind and let you relax and do something fun for awhile… worrying about what everyone is doing or isn’t doing or should be doing or whatever is just not fun. blah.

We have a washer and dryer with hot water. That’s really nice. The kitchen has been organized better and we’re starting to really cooperate with the different duties in the building.

The biggest problem now is that I never leave…

Saturday:

Post author By admin
Post date August 7, 1999

I’m not sure what I want to do most of the time. I get excited by the possibility of spending more money to get myself cooler and cooler toys, but then I get tired out when I try to really use them. I guess other people might pick up the ball and play with them for me, but I’m not sure that sort of logic will ever lead to contentment.

really old

Tuesday:

Post author By admin
Post date August 3, 1999

Tuesday:

Post author By admin
Post date August 3, 1999

catastrophe
silly me
I thought maybe I had a clue.

retrofit
discipline
who cares, anyway?

really old

Friday:

Post author By admin
Post date July 30, 1999

Today is my birthday!

yay for me!

Friday:

Post author By admin
Post date July 30, 1999

I almost always act sorta funny on my birthdays. I don’t want people to make a fuss over me. I want attention for who I am, rather than for what day I was born on.

Or something. I dunno.

really old

Monday:

Post author By admin
Post date July 26, 1999

Touch me.
Touch my heart.
Feel my blood pumping through my veins.
Touch my blood-filled membranes.

Taste my sweet, sweet desire,
Welling up in the back of my throat.

You can know me.
Know my heart. Know my scent.
Know my life.
Touch me, taste me. Me.

Monday:

Post author By admin
Post date July 26, 1999

I am white.
And I am not proud.
I want to be every color of the rainbow, but not white.
I want to be yellow, and have an appreciation for the sun.
I want to be blue, and dive deep into the sea.
I want to be red, and feel the heat of the fire within.
I want to be green, and eat grass and love it!

Any color, please. Any color, but white.

really old

Thursday:

Post author By admin
Post date July 22, 1999

I like to be in a group of people… I like to feel like I’m a part of something.

I like to… but it’s sort of depressing sometimes, too. I see the people around me, and I think they will have something to offer me emotionally… I think I might be able to get something out of associating with them… but then they turn out to be just another bunch of idiots.

It’s easy for me to just assume they are idiots and not get to know them… sure, that’s easy. But I believe that I really would like to get to know them sometimes…. I believe I might. But then, I just don’t.

Some people really are idiots, right?
And it’s not their fault for following the norm, is it? Isn’t that just what you’re supposed to do?

Thursday:

Post author By admin
Post date July 22, 1999

There is youth all around me, and that keeps me hopeful that maybe things will change one day. Youth is not known for its wisdom, however. We all have a lot to learn. There is a lot to know about the world and about each other.

We struggle just to solve simple social situations… it seems sometimes that any hope of peace among all peoples is a ridiculous waste of time. We can’t even all get along in a small group with so much in common. Maybe we’re just too close already.

Maybe we just care too much…