Feb 29, 2004 23:12
the ashes fall from the cigarette, and they are still intact until something touches them, then they fall apart.
thiers scissors here, i wonder why.
all the items seem perfectly in place. for an odd reason.
its a mess, but something is missing. it could be something is missing or thier are to many things on here. like a glass is half empty or half full. it all depends on how you look at it.
i just killed the ash. it had a life, but it was short well in my perpective of course. but maybe in the ashes perspective it could have been long. Like the theory of relativity. good example. see an ants life could only last 2 weeks or a couple days, but to the ant its lived a lengthy and long life. just like the ash did, now i light up another cigarette and the process is repeated all over again. again.
i get a headache from these for some odd reason now.
damn.
the water filter on my faucet shoots out fast. it was always slow before. ring. its another instant of everything happening.
i think my father has a personality disorder. really. i came home. he hugs me, 1 hour later he hates me. its like, a neverending purpose.
it is finished now. so the cycle starts again. except this time it was put away on water instead of wood. in a cup and not in a open desk. different but the same. overanalyzation is to bad to pass up. (matches and fire.).
I will probably go out tonight, to do something. because for an odd reason i can never have enough fun. i always want to do something.
I like it that way.
I will see you all at the show tommorow.
goodnight. <3
ps. <3