[emo trip: moody, weary. you didn't and that makes you a liar.]
no food or drinks permitted here. only oily hard things named chicken fingers gone wrong. oooopsy, we cannot wait for real food. at 6pm yes, when the boats come and park. and then sharing. yes please.
weird followings and im not sure why i care. thing is, i feel as if parts of me are stolen from me, making me sort of lose myself. which is weird because the world is not connected to me except for the fact that i live in it. surfin' on a rocket, says air. oh yes tt's what im trying to do. that and getting back into my cave, go grrrrrr.
pay me and i'll go on a vacation.
head goes bang bang. try on twirl try on twirl tie and hang. play pretend, go to tea, dress up, dress down, dont forget the lipgloss. oh just dont injure yourself.
hey nostradamus (by douglas coupland) has nothing to do with nostradamus at all. a good buy and an even better read. didnt put me to sleep but made me want to have conversations with glorious Him.
so you missed the getaway. and you crashed the stolen plane. now everyone can say. a hideout in the brush to heal a broken mind, i heard the crooked words falling down.
-angry candy, autolux
glad to see you're enjoying the life you left behind. hm, now how the hell is that possible, no idea ladies and gentlemen. you left alot you know, but dont you care.
add another one to them weekly bowls. u dig?
today feels like a good reading day till 6 o'clock when black shirt is worn. summing up two and the heat plus the cold of the big big room.
you know, im terrified of this paper though i havent send in the application. like what am i waiting for, a sign? something not bound to crash on my lane anytime soon.
im like plan b. im feel plan b.
oh sorry you. too bad now, im out.
pin up pull back. put hands in the air, now flap wings.
oh you ugly you.