Dictated frustrated

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

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Not stupid. Know thing... Not stupid. Not my fault they don't understand. Their own fault. All losted can't help it if it's in pieces doesn't mean stupid means they don't see right! Not my fault they can't listen, can't hear anything. All stuck in one place and one thought and one idea and one body and one area and one one one one. Lots of things everywhere they can't see. Just cuz they don't get it doesn't mean I'm stupid! Not stupid! Still understand and feel and get and touch and and and...

Not my fault!

They can't see the sides or the edges. Just different perception. They can't see because they're right. I know and I'm not right. Right right right right... the edges don't match up here... the fishies don't come and the swirlies don't touch... Wrong. All wrong wrong wrong...

Not my fault they don't understand... their fault for not trying. Their fault their fault their fault...

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Sanity isn't intelligence... insanity is perception that the people who can't touch don't understand and the people that do touch don't want to comprehend. Innocence given by acknowledgment of unreality of that which one can't see and live. Hide behind what's true and give over what isn't by seeing what's not and misconducting what is...

Comments

[twoto-two.livejournal.com]

You're confusing, Delirium, but we find your words make sense at times, if we take time to make sense of them.

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

everything is there and turns and sees... but pieces are clear and sometimes the people don't look at the edges to find the corners that finish everything...

((*laugh* Skills. you have master skillz~))

[twoto-two.livejournal.com]

We're not so different, us and you; people don't take much time to understand us either. [a chuckle~] It seems we say just enough to confuse them, and they can't complete the puzzle on their own.

Second-Half

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[quiet sound of agreement]

They hear the laughter that turns brittle and breaks off in pieces and fishies everywhere. They hear laughet and they think joy.

Sometimes laughter happens when the ability to cry doesn't connect right and crying happens when laughter is too loud for the happiness to spill.

Different is fear when the difference is confusion?

[conjobmagician.livejournal.com]

'course, love.

Who's got you all riled up?

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

Just... It's just... It's... not right! Everything's wrong with the mixture going and and and... [trails off into incoherent disjointed mumbles followed by slightly brittle laughter]

[conjobmagician.livejournal.com]

Hey now, calm down a bit.

I'm sure it won't help any to get too upset over it.

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[a pause, and then a quiet sound of agreement]

They spin anyway. And pollutiony man came over and it was better. But cheater man is very nice! So everything is better and not so fall-y apart anymore.

[conjobmagician.livejournal.com]

Glad to hear it.

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

Mm! Thank you cheater man~

[conjobmagician.livejournal.com]

You're welcome, Del

[proxyhorseman.livejournal.com]

Troubles?

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

They're! They're... They're...

Just... bad...

[proxyhorseman.livejournal.com]

Who? Shall I speak with them for you?

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

No! No... No. Not people. the whisperies and the fishies are gone and it's wrong... the people don't come back they go Elsewhere... But they don't and then they look at me and I know I'm messy and wrong and everywhere but I'm not stupid and it's not my fault it comes out in pieces so they shouldn't be mean and silent and laughing on the inside...

Humoring. They're always humoring cuz they think I don't understand...

[proxyhorseman.livejournal.com]

Sorry, I misunderstood.

Of course you aren't stupid, they simply aren't careful enough to understand.

...Humoring?

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

No... Sorry they're just floaty don't be mad didn't mean to yell...

Just watch the sides that tell the stories~

Ah...

[proxyhorseman.livejournal.com]

Don't be sorry.

Is there anything I can do? [little rainbowy oil patch that could be a fish -- if you squint hard enough]

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

Pollutiony man is really really nice but I don't need anything cuz the Henry man is bringing food and everybody was really really nice and I'm not as piecy any more and that good so it's okay I think maybe...

[doodled smiley fishy by his oil blob fishy]

Thank you~

[proxyhorseman.livejournal.com]

No problem at all. Enjoy your food and company.

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

No company~

Does Pollutiony man want to come?

[proxyhorseman.livejournal.com]

Oh, I thought... again, I misunderstood.

Perhaps after you eat, if you are eating now?

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

Okay! Pollutiony man just comes when he wants, yes? Sixth floor-y thingy with the fishies!

[proxyhorseman.livejournal.com]

Expect me within the hour. Thank you for the invitation.

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

My doggy used to say 'always be polite' so you're welcome~