Busted Lips and Lust-Bruised Hips - Comments

That's all right. I've been having troubles with a few people as well, so no worries.

I never know what to write when I'm starting.

I agree with you completely. There's only been one person with me, as well. But we weren't an "item." We were just..inseperable. It wasn't the mushy, kiss me in the rain kind of romance. Just a "hold my hand in public" kind. But it was good enough for me.

Cheesy Romantic, here.

One stands is all I ever hear about anymore. The "let's just have sex in the shitty bathroom in the cheap restaurant." And the girl is left heartbroken while they guy dosen't think another thing about it.

Love has always been found in the pages of a novel; the true kind, anyway.

I could have replied to this earlier but, beneath the arguments of two people that are meant to love each other till death do them part, I couldn't move my fingers for the irony. Even now I find myself hesitating between every sentence trying to formulate an opinion.

Even now, nearly two paragraphs into a reply and I don't know what to write.

I've only ever been in love once. It was definately an awesome experience. Now I'm finding it really hard to find guys that are willing to spend the time of day with a girl. Mainly, they're just hoping for a quick something in the toilets and that's their definition of affection.

Kind of depressing I know. I kind of view love now as being extremely rare. Something that only occurs in every day life between the pages of a classic novel.

That last paragraph made me laugh.

I've got a lot of topic ideas. Let's go with my favorite one:

Love.

It is kind of tragic that it's fading. I hate it when great conversations like this seem to wither on themselves. It's a shame really.

Well, suggestions. I'm running short of them really. I'm running short of inspiration full stop. I'm thumbing through my E.E Cummings' books and hoping that something will jump out at me. Nothing has. Well, apart from some amazed looks from a few elderly passengers that I'm not just some random hoodlum who wants to rob them.

To me, this conversation seems like it's fading.

We need a new topic.

(That's the shortest reply I've made to anything before.)

Any suggestions?

Me stop all the confusion? Somehow I don't think that would happen. The only time I talk straight is when I'm typing and that's only because there's a backspace that can get rid of every mistake I make.

To me, the proper prize is those little snippets from life. You know, the smiles, the jokes, those moments that remind you that life isn't all struggles and paranoia. Glory is nothing. Fame doesn't last.

No, the world still isn't perfect but at least there's less racism and inequality than there was before. I mean, there's still some lingering on - but mainly people are willing to take a stand for it.

Oooh, I'm sorry about your friend. I hate it when people just changed on you like that. It's hard to deal with.

I'm sure some of my words have stuck with some people.

People hurry to that finish line because they hope for a prize at the end. Fame. Fortune. They're so full of curiosity about what's on the other side of that tape, that they're willing to sacrifice everything just for a little taste of glory. To have it dance at the tip of their tongue like a cocktail drink burning its flavors into your tastebuds. While others are just living life in slow motion, making sure that they don't miss a single drop of what's to come.

"Put your fashion where your mouth is and keep on l i/o ving."

Somehow, Martin Luther King made his way into one of my conversations today. Odd. But, yes, people quote the dead often, which I've always thought to be strange. I'm glad that what the people before me did, did. Because without those certain people, the world would not be what it is today. Which still isn't perfect.

Perfect; it's something that the world is never going to be. No matter how hard we try. This kind of ties into my problem I'm in with a friend of mine, well, she's supposed to be my friend. I told you about her. I just got done sending her a rather nasty hate e-mail. Backstabber.

The world could use more people like you. Maybe we could stop all of the confusion.

Keep hammering those points home, sweetheart. I'm pretty sure people may not act as though they're paying attention but in reality they're carrying every word that you've said around with them, inscribed on the back of their ignorance.

That second paragraph was sweetness in itself and paradise in prosaic form. Sure the others can laugh at us while we're in the ditch, but we've got the piece of mind of knowing that we tried and that life isn't all about competition and diving across the finishing line first. Why bother racing for that tape when you can savour every last moment and make life worth living for?

It's true. Even one person can change the world. Look at Martin Luther King, John Lennon. OK, they may have gained a load of popularity and they're not exactly people like us, but they stood up for what they believed in. And people are still quoting them years after their death.

Just so you know, I don't say the things I do to be sweet. I do it to be truthful. The world is just too full of liars and cheaters for me not to.

I do, but it's never good enough to me to have really gotten my point across.

We could open paradise, roast 'mellows, and watch our carriages burn while the sun sets. We'd watch as the others blurred past us, laughing. Though, only, I'd only be smiling because I'd be next to someone who accepts me for me. We could mistake satellites for stars, laughing the night away, our voices full of naivety and curiosity as I pressed my lips together, wondering what it was like to be you.

Society never appealed to me. It's too much of a nuisance for me to care anymore. But, I've learned, that you can never give up because even the smallest group of people could change the world.

And that's the only thing that's really done it, so far.

Deep and incredible? Your sweetness will get you killed someday.

I also noticed that I spelled individuality wrong in my last message.

Of course I'm in awe. Do you ever take the time to sit back and read what you've written? There's so much depth in every sentence that I could never achieve in a novel. Seriously.

That third paragraph sounds something like paradise to me. Maybe we could burn our carriages just to keep us warm. A subtle form of rebellion, I guess.

Individuality is gonna get you a ton of false smiles. Usually I try and throw a genuine one back at them, just to teach them how they look I guess.

And I get what you say about the whole individuality thing. I'm coming to believe that society is the worst man-made thing ever created. It's not so much a union of a group of people as a pressurising of them. I know why you'd want to be invisible but, from what I've found out about you so far, I know that someone as deep and incredible as you deserves to stand out. People like you can't be consumed by the crowd.

And you're never alone. Even when you feel like you are.

Are you trying to kill me, love?

Are you kidding me? I have to sit here for at least twenty minutes, just thinking of something clever to say. You can't be in awe of me. Not me. No one ever has. But thank you; I've never had someone say something so nice to me. It made me swoon.

I'm sure I'd be right next to you in the ditch and we could finish last, but with our heads held high. Just knowing that everything dosen't have to be perfect, to be a perfectionist.

I'd have to agree with you on the audience thing, though. I'm never in control of anything I do because there's always someone willing to pull the rug out from underneath my feet and watch me fall. I'm sure that all has something to do with the way I dress. (My individualality.) It gets me one too many false smiles. Sometimes I just want to be invisible, which is silly because sometimes I do everything I can to stand out of the crowd.

I always feel so alone in a room full of crowded people- but I know I'm not the only one.

And believe me, I read through your messages tons of times.

Takingbackromance:

I already see lies. (How cliche' was that? Haha.)

As a kid I was never the one who believed in magic or fairytales. I was the kind of kid who liked tattoo's and cars. I was just weird.

I've always wondered, is it destiny that takes us down certain paths, or ourselves? And if it's ourselves, do our decisions change our futures daily? I've always thought that if I could go back and change one aspect of my life, I'd be different.

Maybe I should have.

Liking cars and tattooes isn't weird. It's just original.

I'm beginning to wonder how on earth I'm supposed to reply to someone who has more depth in their heart than I ever have in the nib of my pen. Sometimes I read your messages through twice, purely in awe of you.

I guess it's a cocktail mix of destiny and ourselves. I don't like to think of us as merely passive audiences of our lives. But then I don't like to consider us in complete control because I know that, if I was given the reigns, I'd end up in a ditch before I even made it past the starting point.

And I guess we'd all like to change things. I just figure that the trick is coming to terms with the mistakes and just accepting them. They all make you into a better person if you realise.

I already see lies. (How cliche' was that? Haha.)

As a kid I was never the one who believed in magic or fairytales. I was the kind of kid who liked tattoo's and cars. I was just weird.

I've always wondered, is it destiny that takes us down certain paths, or ourselves? And if it's ourselves, do our decisions change our futures daily? I've always thought that if I could go back and change one aspect of my life, I'd be different.

Maybe I should have.

Takingbackromance:

True. But I've lived the way I have for so long that heroes are just a folktale for me.

Like, Superman was a fictional character played by Christopher Reeves. Yes, he was made to be a hero, but as soon as Christopher died from falling from his horse and spinal injuries, Superman's reign died down. Thus making him just a fictional hero for kids to look up to.

The new Superman is a rip off, though.

Hmm. Maybe you'll wake up one day and you'll find one to be real.

Poor Christopher Reeves. I always felt so sorry for him.

You know. I haven't seen the new Superman. I guess there's nothing like a childhood hero. Even if he has fallen now.

When you get older, you just see the lies and facades that were just magic and wonder when you were younger.

True. But I've lived the way I have for so long that heroes are just a folktale for me.

Like, Superman was a fictional character played by Christopher Reeves. Yes, he was made to be a hero, but as soon as Christopher died from falling from his horse and spinal injuries, Superman's reign died down. Thus making him just a fictional hero for kids to look up to.

The new Superman is a rip off, though.

Takingbackromance:

Caught me off guard with that one, darling.

Hercules was an adolescent with supernatural strength, who just happened to save an entire city from Hell.

I don't really think they exist, because if they did, I would've had one a long time ago.

Do you realise that you're serving as a source of inspiration for this story to me?

That's the thing. Hercules saved the city. He was only an adolescent - but he did it. Hero.

Yours will come along. It's just that, if your eyes are sealed with cynicism, you'll never see them.

Caught me off guard with that one, darling.

Hercules was an adolescent with supernatural strength, who just happened to save an entire city from Hell.

I don't really think they exist, because if they did, I would've had one a long time ago.

iATEjimmysWORLD:

Ahhh, you kill me. Literally, my heart is bursting from my chest and then I will be no more. So good! Love Pete and Amaya! More soon darlin' :)

Don't be no more. I'd die straight after you.

Takingbackromance:

My ducttape is worn out and so is my hope.

Hope is for those who believe in heroes.

And you don't think heroes exist?

Who was Hercules if he wasn't a hero?

Ahhh, you kill me. Literally, my heart is bursting from my chest and then I will be no more. So good! Love Pete and Amaya! More soon darlin' :)