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  dancing queen Wednesday 2002-12-18 - 10:37 p.m. - +
clix?

Captain, I protest! I am not a merry man!

Sometimes it is like there is a light switch in my head that doesn't work. I keep trying to turn on the light but it always stays dark.

Today I didn't go to work. I stayed in bed. And slept. And I'm still tired. And tomorrow is the big yule feast at the Barn and there will be lots of people and I don't want to go. But I will. Two more days. Then the vacation is here. And I can sleep in the dark in my mind.

In the dark with the ghosts.

I wonder if I should get a notify list. Not for the diary of course, since I update every day. But for the pictures and scans and pottery and mp3s and whatever else I might update without announcing it. Maybe I should. It's just risky. Because you always have the possibility of no one at all signing up for it. And then I would know no one was interested. It's sort of better to remain clueless because then you can pretend people care. Wow, that lesson can be used for so many things life. Ignorance is bliss.

But I always assumed..
glass and the ghost plumes
me thinking that my life has importance.

So where was I? Oh yes. Drilling holes in my head to let the pressure out. One of these days I won't wake up, I'll just skip and jump in my dreams and sleep in a cold winter room. And Skye will bring the flashlight and it won't be dark. Me thinking that my life has importance.
as the curtains fall
Me thinking that my life has importance.
and every soul to pray
np: pumpkins - this time (000524)

...what is it you want? what is it you want to change...
little stars that burn
in the night sky
little stars that hurt
and fade away

back and forth

clix



weeet spiffy weeet
try to understand
the ones I love and their demands
so unfair when they can't see
that I'm the boy who really needs

your love i suppose

I just want peace
diaryland
to be free at last

you can watch me bleed