scrawls.

scrawls

still cheaper than therapy*

7.12.05

which makes me google people. interesting: last updated in 2004. which is almost recent. and you wonder who's farther out of the loop. who else got lost. if you get back in touch with people - if you find them - do you start right up with the roll of the dead? Oh, so and so is married, and so and so has a kid, and so and so had leukemia, and so and so had a heart attack, and so and so OD'd, and so and so jumped off the george washington bridge, and so and so was hit by a car, and on and on and on. and how do you fit that in - you're glad to find someone, glad to meet up again, and then they sock you in the stomach. Oof.

i can picture it: Gee, thanks, you broke my heart,* good to see you again (WHATEVER), and now you're telling me my friends are all dead? what the fuck? obviously i am put on this planet to torment people's dreams. i am the angel of Making You My Depressed Bitch. there would be angsty poetry about it. i'd google it again in ten years and find it bleeding, with its guts all over the internet like moss.

see? that wouldn't go well. but: if other people google people like i google people, then it says right on mark's front page. At least.

*which i always thought was already broken when i got to it.

scrawled @ 16:52