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It's Wednesday, July 20th, 2011, and this is the only journal entry in this journal.
When she was little, Rose fell in love with the moon, too. I wonder what that means- if not that she was a little boy feeling lost in shifting phases, looking for some comfort from a sister, a mother, a daughter, a lover, and a hag- things she couldn't have the same way, here.
Escapism, or compensation? Are they even different?
Can the moon tell me? I think maybe so.
I'm in love with the moon, and I'm in love with a woman, and I'm in love with a woman, and I'm in married to a woman
and I'm in love with a woman
andandand I'mI'mI'm ininin lovelovelove withwithwith aaa womanwomanwoman
and am I still trying to make up for something? was anything ever lost on a contented life with a single partner?
I'm in love with too many things, and that isn't going to ever change, and it's not because I don't love you- oh my god, it is not because I don't love you- but because I can't love just you, I just can't do that to myself, but I can't do this to you, either, because you hate it and I know you hate me, even though that's an intolerable thought for you but I love you and you love me and we want to get married but I'm so young and it's not that I'm a goblin, I'm just a triceratops AND I CAN'T STOP so stop feeling this way, I just want to tell you to STOP but you're a triceratops, too, and whose nature means more to them, me or you?
Cause, something has to go, and if it's yours, I think I'll die inside. But, if it's mine, I think I'll die inside.
Confucius, the water is great no matter how I look at it.
It's Wednesday, July 20th, 2011, and this is the only journal entry in this journal.
When she was little, Rose fell in love with the moon, too. I wonder what that means- if not that she was a little boy feeling lost in shifting phases, looking for some comfort from a sister, a mother, a daughter, a lover, and a hag- things she couldn't have the same way, here.
Escapism, or compensation? Are they even different?
Can the moon tell me? I think maybe so.
I'm in love with the moon, and I'm in love with a woman, and I'm in love with a woman, and I'm in married to a woman
and I'm in love with a woman
andandand I'mI'mI'm ininin lovelovelove withwithwith aaa womanwomanwoman
and am I still trying to make up for something? was anything ever lost on a contented life with a single partner?
I'm in love with too many things, and that isn't going to ever change, and it's not because I don't love you- oh my god, it is not because I don't love you- but because I can't love just you, I just can't do that to myself, but I can't do this to you, either, because you hate it and I know you hate me, even though that's an intolerable thought for you but I love you and you love me and we want to get married but I'm so young and it's not that I'm a goblin, I'm just a triceratops AND I CAN'T STOP so stop feeling this way, I just want to tell you to STOP but you're a triceratops, too, and whose nature means more to them, me or you?
Cause, something has to go, and if it's yours, I think I'll die inside. But, if it's mine, I think I'll die inside.
Confucius, the water is great no matter how I look at it.
