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Discussion in 'Channel Zero' started by im not witty, Feb 18, 2004.

  1. im not witty

    im not witty Guest

    anyone familiar? its just a site where people submit their own letters, be it hate mail, long lost correspondence or love letters. and you can just randomly read them. some are funny, some are sad. all are a window into strangers lives. give it a look if it sounds interesting.
    heres a sample.

    before i take the crazy train to talky town, let
    me first say that the cd is pretty fucking
    so yea.dinner time. i thank you for
    meeting/inviting me to drink alcohol and look at
    mexican food. maybe your mom is right, and its
    silly for us to do this, but i honestly dont care
    at times like this. Elizabeth, my heart aches for
    you, it really does, i can look at you and its
    not hard for me to realize why someone would see
    an aura of overwhelming sadness... all this
    starting and stopping is bad for the engine, and
    since we both know theres no brakes on this crazy
    machine, how long before we're on the side of the
    road with our thumbs out?
    i lay in bed with bruised hips and let my
    distorted imagination take all these things and
    lay them parrallel, memories and hallucinations
    cuddle side by side to form these beautiful
    nightmares. but im not sleeping.
    pillows and sheets are clumsily transformed into a
    mock up of you to clutch for dear life, and my
    brain plays host to dreams that are completely
    out of my control despite the fact that im wide
    awake. you rising from underwater depths,
    shedding skin after skin, vomiting shoestrings of
    color up towards the surface, blooming like a
    flower, which i can only assume is excess pain
    and past lives or some other related hokey symbolism.
    where does this stuff come from?
    i have no idea but theres alot of it.

    so i sit with you at dinner, and gingerly trace
    the edge of my plate or the tabletop as if its
    the skin on your arm, and wonder when we are
    going to be able to look each other in the eye
    for two or more seconds. i think weve got the one
    second steez down to a science..so you know, good
    for us.
    you have a generous heart B, and it hurts me
    to see it take such abuse.
    i dont know how to help you extract yourself from
    these sticky and draining situations. its too
    much for me to think about and im hardly involved.

    your presence calms me, but the calmer i get in
    it, the more filled with anxiety i get out of it.
    so where to draw the line. it seems insane to
    think that ive only seen you 3 times in the past
    3 months, it feels like youve been by my side
    forever. but thats just how it feels now, alone,
    when you actually are by my side, its almost too real.
    holy shit look at you, in all three dimensions!

    fuckit. love. the.end.

  2. Can I submit that URL as a definition for "emo" on urbandictionary.com?
  3. im not witty

    im not witty Guest

    hahaha, yea but theres not too much urban about it.
  4. C'mon, emo is MAD urban.

    No seriously, that's a pretty nifty site... good looking out.