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I wrote something... interesting. I would call it Register-esque, only it's a little hardcore for the Nomalley stamp of approval. Does anyone else think that ripping your abdomen open and tucking your lover inside your ribcage to keep him or her safe is a really nice metaphor for true love? not the romantic, pc, feminized love where you set each other free and don't hold each other back, but crazy, possessive, stalkerish, nobody-but-me-can-touch-you love. I probably shouldn't be so fascinated by dangerously extreme manifestations of emotions. I think it's because I don't really have any. eh. (if anyone's curious as to where this is coming from, here you go:
better than arsenic
you don't have to look if you don't want to. It's a little scary, even to me.)

also, have discovered a band called Carbon Leaf. I think I like them.

oh, and check out the icon sylvie_the_elf found for me! I just found out I now get six icons instead of three, and I'm almost ecstatic. too afraid of math and history tests to be ecstatic right now. alas. night-night!