Apr 20, 2006 03:53
HALF OF THE ENTRIES IN THIS JOURNAL ARE NOT MINE.
SEE PREVIOUS FUCKING ENTRY.
YOU COULD JUST EAT DIRT.
LAURA IS SLEEPIN IN MY BED. IN THE MORNING SHE WAKES UP AND SAYS...
ONES POINTING HIS TREE BRANCH AT ME AND I PUT MY HAN DS UP AND SAY ENOUGH'S ENOUGH IF YOU WALK AWAY...I'LL WALK AWAY.
I MISS YOU. YOU. YOU. YES. YOU. GOD. YES.
THE WORLD'S GOTTEN DIZZY AGAIN. YOU'D THINK AFTER 21 YEARS I'D BE USED TO IT.
I KEEP DRINKING THE INK FROM MY PEN.
SO FUCKING SMALL....ALL OF US.
YOUR POSSIBLE HEART.
YOU CAN'T TAKE A PICTURE OF THIS ITS ALREADY GONE.
IF WE WALK AWAY THEY'LL WALK AWAY.
AND IT LEADS THE EYE TO NOTHING. WE'RE COMING FOR YA.
I WANT US TO TRADE PLACES. I COULD BE BOY. I COULD BE ALONE IN MY BEDROOM. I COULD HAVE EVERYTHING TO MYSELF. IT WILL BE LONELY.
THINGS ARE HAPPY.
MY TELEPHONE WITH A TIN CAN ON A STRING. AND I FELL ASLEEP WITH YOUR TUMMY TALKING TO ME. AND I DRESS IN FUCKING DRESSES MADE ASHAMED LOCKED THE PANTIES IN A DRAWER. I DON'T THINK THAT I EVER LOVED YOU MORE.
oh golly i walk this way...