A visit from the olden days

Mrs. Messiness — Sun, 06 Sep 2009 13:30:25 +0000

So I was poking around the interwebz and found a bunch of stuff I wrote another-lifetime ago. Needless to say, it is odd (to say the least) to run into yourself like that. I immediately put on my dark glasses and backed away quietly before old-me pulled a shank on new-me and took off with my checkbook.

..But not before stealing these juicy snippets from my angst-ridden self..

From March 26th, 2003:

I saw it coming for miles- But I couldn’t stand moving my feet.

I saw you moving in on me, But I refused to give up my seat.
As if I was craving the blow- I simply sat waiting on you.

I simply sat needing your rage- I simply sat loving the cage.
I knew that the storm was approaching, but I sat at my open door.

Your wrath rained down like thunder, and I simply sat asking for more.
I needed your anger to fill me, I begged for your wrong to feel right.
But you pushed in on my walls of submission- and crushed my desire to fight.

From April 2nd, 2003:

So you really are quite stupid

And you really move this slow.

What a truly sad condition

To be living from so far below.

So you really have no spirit

Hidden deep within your hide.

And you actually serve no purpose

And you in fact are empty inside.

So when I ask you what it is you’re hiding,

You’re not lying after all

When you tell me nothing’s a secret

You simply have nothing at all.

And now, for your viewing pleasure, MrsMessiness, circa 1999:

…gather from that what you will.

And from a very artsy and creepy/concerning angle:
…apparently I was on fire a lot in 1999.

There. Now don’t we all feel better that the olden days are over?

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A visit from the olden days