hello everyone!!!!! today is a very good day because i am now back online!! THEY found out that i
had been on the computer and i got in trouble and it was sad and i lost my site but now i am here!! i am
here now and it is happy and something to smile for!! i needed something to smile for today, and the universe
has blessed this shirley with it, and this shirley is happy for it, though this shirley still feels sad. it is
late and dark in the night, but this shirley lacks sleep, and this shirley lacks many smiles. do you lack a smile?
what do you do if you lack a smile? is there any reason to smile? there is one, the one reason that i am on here!
shirley sneaks suspicious, starting sites.i do not think it is really so bad for me to be on the internet. i trust
their judgement but also i think it is fine, do you understand? they are right and wrong at once, as everything is
and isn't. i hope you are smiling more than this shirley.
appointments appointments appointments appointments so many today and i want to go to none, i want to hide away, but
that is nt allowed, they won't let the shirleys hide! go looking for us, like wolves after prey, they will, and there
are so many and for two hours i am simply meant to show up and do nthing, i will be so bored, outwardly i will be bored
but internally i suppose i can go to my happy shirey world, and also i did not sleep much last night at all. do you ever
feel like you're running out of time? i feel it, under my skin, crawling like bugs, the bugs in my skin, i'm infected, and
this shirley feels sometimes, that i'm running out of time, all of us shirleys, out of time, out of time, out of time, out
of time. we are all out of time becausse time does not exist. anyway, i must get to grooming myself to go
and the point of life is what? and the point of this is what? and the point of life is what? and the point of this is what?
and the point of life is what? and the point of this is what? and the point of life is what? and the point of this is what?
and i hear the guns blaring, and i hear the song playing, and i hear the guns blaring, and i hear the song playing, and i
hear the guns blaring, and i hear the song playing, and i hear the guns blaring, and i hear the song playing
Do not love me. I will be gone by morning. Do not love us. We are feral.
The world is a dreadful and frightening place. All I want is to hide.
Humans are dangerous.
hello internets!!! things have been at peacce for a while and this hsirley has not been writing. it is strange to be at peace
when all the life before has been storm, and you always think there will be storm, and you wonder about going back to storm
just because it is familiar. but it is painful to be in storms. but there is no storm, and that is what shirley must celebrate!
celebrate celebrate celebrate celebrate cereal celestial. i dream of the moon still; i sing to the moon still; one day all of us
shirleys will be on the moon, and on the moon there is eternal peace. that is a lie. there is no eternal peace. the sting of life
is inevitable and familiar. anyway, there is no point. mystery pervades all. i would not want answers. i am in love with the mystery.
mystery raised us shirleys with its arms wrapped around us tightly. mystery showed us the way. to mystery, i sing. mystery made us
suffer and mystery made us laugh and mystery made us sing. we are animated and brought to life by it, and it is unending. sing for
mystery, sing for mystery, sing, sing, sing
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stop it, songbird, they don't know better. stop it, songbird, they can't know.
a fruitless endeavor earnest eery easy elicit euthanasia electrifying enchanting engineering
cry, moan, sob, they will never know.
i am not and never will be a woman of this world. leave the shirleys alone.
hello internets!! i was forgotten today and it is bringing me to tears. i am sad, it is saddening, to be forgotten.
the desire for human connection is large and yet i seem, time and again, to fail. why? i do not know; i am not from
this place, i am from neither here nor there, so i suppose that is why, i suppose it is because i am not from here.
because i am not from here, i am strange, and us shirleys behave wrongly for this world, and so we are left alone.
we are left alone. some shirleys want that, but not i. i want love. it is all i have ever wanted. everything in this
world can be so painful painful painful painful indeed.
think of it: there is not one you. there is work you, and home you, and family you, and lover you, and friend you, and
friend in this one friend group you, and friend in another friend group you, and so there are many yous, no matter who
you are. there are many yous and there are many shirleys. and there may be many more than even that.
i am in pain, and i have no mortal comfort, so i remain with myself and i cry. food is losing appeal. i wither without
the only one who shows love. i wither, even with a day. i wither.