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James Shurmer

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I keep running round in circles I keep looking for all the doorways I'm gonna need two lives to follow the pathways i'm taking everybody get outta here there's a lobster loose holy cow he's loose

a little seed e{}

looking to trust my inner self
April 22

dreams

The dreams I dreamed fell apart at the seams but I kept them anyway for I hope to learn to sew one day.
February 23

I HATE THE WORLD

I HATE THE WORLD BECAUSE IT HAS NOT LEARNED TO LOVE (STOLEN FROM VICKY CHRISTINA BARCELONA)
January 20

blah

blah blah blah thats all for now. wah pedut budder is hard do eet
December 22

cold and snowy

Well here it is a few days to christmas and its so cold and snowy just as a white christmas should be I suppose. I must be in a caccoon at the moment everything seems far away and muffled to me as I live this very small life I have wove around me.My heart urns to break out and go but I am held back by my own inability to go forward.Seeminly frozen like the world around me I wait for a new day of spring to awaken me to the life I dream of. ZZZzzzzz for now
November 26

ghost town

As I surf around abit here on the spaces they feel like a ghost town to me now. I know that there are a few people here from when I started and I value those friends but alot of the spaces are unused and sittling like digital reminders of a time when this was a huge part of my life.The spaces changed my life for a time, and changed the lives of others also.I deleted everything to do with Karen off here today not that I have thought of her much which seems sad but I have no reason to keep it on here anymore for that was all a shadow and a ghost too.My digital persona is divided between facebook and msn windows live and a host of other sites I rarely use.Like some great fractionation of my digital self perhaps when they finally all fall away there will be the empty limitless space of potential waiting outside the dusty landscape of these once bustling spaces.
 
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