Nov 24, 2008 20:21
To this this this tyya and edit it and make sure it's correct.
Keep the paste on the lid.
Try doing new things.
Okay I did it all, now what.
I can't keep this up, it's gonna break in a crash. That's how I see the end or cancer, some sort of sickness. A deep dying like pain in my arms and hair. At all costs let's keep running away.
What have I learned that I only know because I knew all along. That deep running nonsense. Find that craziness. You've been making just too much damn sense lately. They must be wondering what I'm typing. I'm writing so fast. It's a link between my brain and my fingers that won't go away. Once my hands were tired.
That was a deep fast lasting impression.
Grapeseed oil in my hair. I jumped into the lake and it pooled around me in colors. The water was clear. It was a warm sunny day three years ago.