arms

oh, wow. As she would have said.

oh, wow.

Disparagingly. But it stuck.

And now it's a part of me, an invisible voice I channel. Is it wrong, holding on to it? What could go wrong?

I don't want to go mad! Not like that girl. Anna M. The movie on SBS I watched, last night. She was mental. But she was a stalker. I'd never get that caught up....
....would I?

space, the great unfilled void. Countless burning stars. What are they waiting for? They move, they hang. They wait. they sit waiting. Are they waiting for us? Stars don't fade, anyway. They disappear spectacularly. I'm not a Scientist. I might be wrong. But it's comforting, to think that if they give up, if they cease their waiting game, at least there'll be some massive sign, some gigantic explosion which we'll see ... thousands of light years too late.

Time is on your side, it's on your side.

Someone told me that talking to yourself was a really bad idea. Like, it could actually send you mad. I don't want to go mad. But I do hold one-sided conversations sometimes. Anyway, surely blogging is a way of talking to yourself? Millions of people, all over the world, mad. I don't think so.
All the same, I was concerned. I don't want to go mad.

It's probably not what I want to say, but I'm sure there's plenty of time.

Plenty of time before Swine Flu comes!

It'll come for you....never fear. And we'll all have Zombie Swine Flu Rage Virus. it'll be a massive party, a massive quarantine party with blood and arms.

arms... I crawl back into your open arms.