Account name:
Password
(OpenID?)
(Forgot it?)
Remember Me
You're viewing
jack_f_twist
's journal
Create a Dreamwidth Account
Learn More
Interest
Region
Site and Account
FAQ
Email
Reload page in style:
site
light
Jack Fuckin' Twist
I just can't quit
(Reply)
no subject
Date:
2006-08-11 04:12 am (UTC)
From:
jack_f_twist
It's not a sigh, exactly, so much as it is a release, and maybe Jack knows he's being cheated--
but how can that be true, if Desire is Desire and how can his own wants cheat him?
--but either way he leans into the warmth next to him, his eyes open. The idea of sleep
(if I die before I wake)
brushes loosely across his mind and he ignores it, too keyed up to feel the tiredness that he knows is there.
"So where'm I?" he mumbles after a long while during which he'd moved a little closer, relaxed a little further.
"This ain't...where I was." Or
when
he was. But who's keeping an eye on the details?
From:
Anonymous
This account has disabled anonymous posting.
OpenID
Identity URL:
Log in?
Dreamwidth account
Account name
Password
Log in?
If you don't have an account you can
create one now
.
Subject
HTML doesn't work in the subject.
Formatting type
Casual HTML
Markdown
Raw HTML
Rich Text Editor
Message
Profile
jack_f_twist
Brokeback Mountain
Recent Entries
Archive
Reading
Tags
Memories
Profile
May
2014
S
M
T
W
T
F
S
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10
11
12
13
14
15
16
17
18
19
20
21
22
23
24
25
26
27
28
29
30
31
Most Popular Tags
about jack
-
1 use
desire
-
1 use
ennis
-
1 use
grace hanadarko
-
1 use
jack twist
-
4 uses
michael westen
-
1 use
oom
-
1 use
ten forward app
-
1 use
the drive
-
1 use
Style Credit
Style:
Neutral Good
for
Practicality
by
timeasmymeasure
Expand Cut Tags
No cut tags
Page generated Jul. 16th, 2025 11:16 am
Powered by
Dreamwidth Studios
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasuretimeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2006-08-11 04:12 am (UTC)but how can that be true, if Desire is Desire and how can his own wants cheat him?
--but either way he leans into the warmth next to him, his eyes open. The idea of sleep
(if I die before I wake)
brushes loosely across his mind and he ignores it, too keyed up to feel the tiredness that he knows is there.
"So where'm I?" he mumbles after a long while during which he'd moved a little closer, relaxed a little further.
"This ain't...where I was." Or when he was. But who's keeping an eye on the details?