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there is a wall in my head blocking me from being able to understand the concept of the world. not in the sense of people & personalities, but moreso along the line of where it comes from & what its purpose is. & then there is time! i can't get time either. i heard that it is constant; that what's happening now happened five minutes ago & will still be happening in 3 hours. i will be sitting here typing forever as far as time is concerned. i don't understand what the whole point of the world is. likfe what the fuck do you need people & trees & books for? why isn't there just nothing. this fucking wall is so hard to break down & i have spent the longest time right now trying to make a myspace comment but i am so caught up in time & space that i can't finish,. people weren't meant to think like this. where the hell did the world come from?! jesus. there was no caterpillar on murch's leg tonight. there's not going to be one there tomorrow either. think about all the things that you love & try out your philosophies on that. i bet it will make you cry. i started taking polaroid pictures in my head now & so far it is coming out nice. i will get one tattood on my side someday soon. i can't wait for school & to make the art i have been dying to make since i wore out my creativity. fuck middle school dude, that shit makes you crazy.