Stealing fun test things...
Jul. 15th, 2003 04:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kimkaliI'm a thief! TeeHeeHee, but I couldnt resist filling this in... I love these things... simple things amuse me okay!
I am ... The Lesbian
I think ... too much
I feel ... pain
I know ... too little
I want ... "you know what I want!"
I have ... a big heart ;)
I wish ... NEVER! They come true, and Sod is the wish-granter general!
I miss ... my virginity (and people say you can't miss what you never had...fools)
I fear ... nothing (in the Zen sense)
I hear ... the call of the wild (and Liberty X, with fit birds in leather...hmmmm...ooops, tangent!)
I search ... for what is already within
I wonder ... if Eliza Dushku is single and open minded? If love can be a tangible thing? Why my heart is beating so hard and fast? Whats for dinner? Why can people not forgo their differences with the simple knowledge that we exist, and be gald of what is, instead of destroying what is to make room for what cannot be? Why do I think so much?
I regret ... oh, too many things, too many, all those things that cause pain in anyone, all the things I failed to do, everything I did not try hard enough to complete, making my friends cry and vomit with the truth of me, ever being ashamed of who I am, what made me, the inner-devil of myself, but mostly I regret my birth having been such a destructive burden (esp. to my mother). Having been way to honest in these answers maybe...
I love ... women, people, love itself, freedom, all the little aspects of life that create smiles rather than tears, compasion, the virtue of humanity, convoluted sentiments in long sentences, and above all honesty, truth, and that elusive greatness that is justice and honour.
I care ... bear (heehee)
I always ... fuck up
I am not ... straight
I dance ... with my clothes off
I sing ... tunelessly and shamelessly
I cry ... plural? Well, there was this one time at midnight in the rain... since then, Costa in Camden (which is apparently Lesbian Breakup Central)
I do not always ... understand the point of me
I fight ... my inner deamons with my hands tied behind my soul
I write ... my soul
I win ... pointless and dangerous games
I lose ... my sanity, my heart and my sense of Why
I confuse ... emotion with reason
I listen ... to the children play
I can usually be found ... somewhere I shouldn't be, doing something I'm not supposed to be, and doing it badly.
I am happy about ... my sexuality, the truth of my soul.
I should ... stop talking so much crap and get on with finding a source of economic income.
Okay, my hands are tingling, I have palpitations, and its the hottest day of the year. I'm going to drink some water. And pretend my heart is not breaking in the knowledge that there are people I care about who I cannot help for more reasons than I can know.
But if I can, it would be an honour to. Even if it is just so you can wipe your feet.
This, from a wanna-domme-be.
I am a complex creature.
Love Kim X
I am ... The Lesbian
I think ... too much
I feel ... pain
I know ... too little
I want ... "you know what I want!"
I have ... a big heart ;)
I wish ... NEVER! They come true, and Sod is the wish-granter general!
I miss ... my virginity (and people say you can't miss what you never had...fools)
I fear ... nothing (in the Zen sense)
I hear ... the call of the wild (and Liberty X, with fit birds in leather...hmmmm...ooops, tangent!)
I search ... for what is already within
I wonder ... if Eliza Dushku is single and open minded? If love can be a tangible thing? Why my heart is beating so hard and fast? Whats for dinner? Why can people not forgo their differences with the simple knowledge that we exist, and be gald of what is, instead of destroying what is to make room for what cannot be? Why do I think so much?
I regret ... oh, too many things, too many, all those things that cause pain in anyone, all the things I failed to do, everything I did not try hard enough to complete, making my friends cry and vomit with the truth of me, ever being ashamed of who I am, what made me, the inner-devil of myself, but mostly I regret my birth having been such a destructive burden (esp. to my mother). Having been way to honest in these answers maybe...
I love ... women, people, love itself, freedom, all the little aspects of life that create smiles rather than tears, compasion, the virtue of humanity, convoluted sentiments in long sentences, and above all honesty, truth, and that elusive greatness that is justice and honour.
I care ... bear (heehee)
I always ... fuck up
I am not ... straight
I dance ... with my clothes off
I sing ... tunelessly and shamelessly
I cry ... plural? Well, there was this one time at midnight in the rain... since then, Costa in Camden (which is apparently Lesbian Breakup Central)
I do not always ... understand the point of me
I fight ... my inner deamons with my hands tied behind my soul
I write ... my soul
I win ... pointless and dangerous games
I lose ... my sanity, my heart and my sense of Why
I confuse ... emotion with reason
I listen ... to the children play
I can usually be found ... somewhere I shouldn't be, doing something I'm not supposed to be, and doing it badly.
I am happy about ... my sexuality, the truth of my soul.
I should ... stop talking so much crap and get on with finding a source of economic income.
Okay, my hands are tingling, I have palpitations, and its the hottest day of the year. I'm going to drink some water. And pretend my heart is not breaking in the knowledge that there are people I care about who I cannot help for more reasons than I can know.
But if I can, it would be an honour to. Even if it is just so you can wipe your feet.
This, from a wanna-domme-be.
I am a complex creature.
Love Kim X
