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New adventures in extroversion, whether they're virtual or actual, have lead to my head finding its way squarely and directly up against the backside of the hand of the saboteur, that aspect of self as spiritual guide that directs more with the stick than the carrot. I feel stopped and ashamed, more for my unconscious bumbling than for any intention, real or imagined. When the flow of life seems a little too easy, in spite of it all, it is a good indicator to wake up to the wayward foot lest I step off the edge of the precipice where the path should veer suddenly before me. I'll sit with this one in my heart this evening but will have to leave the rest of this one to the influx of hindsight and understanding . . .

You reached for the secret too soon,
you cried for the moon.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Come on you boy child, you winner and loser,
Come on you miner for truth and delusion, and shine!

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helcat.livejournal.com

Maybe if we stopped talking in metaphors all the damned time we'd just get to the point.

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deansavatar.livejournal.com

Ever feel like your personality quirks bring your character into question? You've stepped in this one, INFP, and traked it on the white shag carpets of those you care for. INFP is your sanctuary, why must you treat it as a prison? INFP is your box: please stay there! The next time you try fiddling with its dynamics why don't you consider adjusting the 'F', certainly if you T'd a little more clearly about what you do and why, you and yours wouldn't F like shit later!