The Power of Green

27 September, 2005 (01:43) | Creativity

I seethe.

I know I have no right; no claim; I even have a responsibility…

Yet, I look for the smallest excuse. The merest glimpse of a reason to destroy a perfectly fine (read: not so good, but perhaps necessary) thing.

Who am I beholden to? Myself? My friends? My reality? My sense of honor?

There is no right answer. There isn’t even a more right answer.

The only answer is the one I’ve chosen.

anonymous

…oooo, so very cryptic…
anonymous

…oooo, so very cryptic…
bassist

LiveJournal is drama, and what better way to induce drama than angsty, mellodramatic, cryptic posts. Everyone needs one every once in a while.

(And no, it does not have to do with you.)
bassist

LiveJournal is drama, and what better way to induce drama than angsty, mellodramatic, cryptic posts. Everyone needs one every once in a while.

(And no, it does not have to do with you.)
aquajubbly

Hmm.. How can you tell it’s not about them if they’re anonymous?

What was this entry about, anyhoo?
aquajubbly

Hmm.. How can you tell it’s not about them if they’re anonymous?

What was this entry about, anyhoo?
bassist

They posted a second comment saying it was them and they had forgotten to sign in and then deleted it, so it got emailed to me, but no longer shows up.

If I explained, it wouldn’t be cryptic and mellodramatic. It would be a narrative.
bassist

They posted a second comment saying it was them and they had forgotten to sign in and then deleted it, so it got emailed to me, but no longer shows up.

If I explained, it wouldn’t be cryptic and mellodramatic. It would be a narrative.

Worldwide Ace