Nov 02, 2004 01:28
its grim but never dubious as motives go.. One thing she always promised for me, is a show.
Thunder wishes it could be the snow, wishes it could be as large as she can be.
I watch me be this other thing.
The lily white matricide from viscious words.. it doesnt leave a scratch so therefore no ones hurt.
Just when you escape you have yourself to fear... restaurant that never has to close. Breakfast.. at every hour.. it could say the word.
and angels face is tricky to wear.. constantly.
One thing I like is to hear a pick dragging across the string of a guitar.
Your top ten in the charts of pain.
Everyone has been driving me crazy since friday. People I do and dont know. People have allot more nerve the they should.
Every look..comment... I over evaluate or something.
oh gee.. time to sleep.