Coal Harbour.
That fucking place.
For your sanity indeed.
I can never go back there without this twinge of... Something. A pull at memories, most of which are locked in drawers beyond my reach.. Most of which I probably don't want to remember. It was a time when we were loving. It was a time when we were dirty. It was a time when we were bitches. Lonely. Holding. You and I. You and her, Her and I and then Him.
With Him, it was always over. Three times in my life I watched the same person end it. An era destroyed at the touch of a psycho.
He didn't know. Doesn't know that he's psycho.
But the psycho ones never do.

(Angelfire doesn't allow hotlinking... if you can't see it... It's the fourth one down. What kind of kid sits alone reading intently about Charles Manson instead of watching the fireworks at 14 years old. Creepo.
Oh Life Is bigger. It's bigger than you and you are not me.
We were hopped. Maybe not then, but soon after. It was time, and we were hopped. But wasn't the whole world, at the time?
That's me in the corner.
Not ever really knowing what was wrong, never really knowing who was there, and what was about.
I think I thought I saw you try.
I AM choosing my confessions.
It was a time, but weren't they all. I'd never give back the memories I have for anyone.. But the ones I don't have are what I worry about. Whole pieces of days and weeks.. Seizures in my brains blocked for my own safety. Things I thought. Life was so distorted. What was real and what was not back then? I can't even remember.
That was just a dream.

It's far too late for me to go down memory lane, all the sane folks are asleep. And unlike Vancouver, when people go to sleep in the Ridge, they're really fucking asleep.
This town shuts down.

Thats me in the corner


Just a dream, dream.


The time has come, my little friends, to talk of other things. Of shoes and ships and celing wax. Cabbages and Kings.