Gattaca isn't a dream!!
Class just ended and I wanted to come home to write some of my poetry in my leatherbound, but instead I'm trapped wathing this damn movie, Gattaca. Uma is such a fox. she can be my woodnymph anyday. Thats not why i'm watching .. i can't exscape from these feelings of paranoia. I cant! In a perfect fantasy land i'd be free from this fear of big brother and the machine (and i'd totally be with Uma).. but gattaca is fucking REAL man. REAL! as real as this pain i feel for all my brothers and sisters that live in ignorance. wake up.. it's so lonely beeing the only one that understands and can be honest and open about this life. i can't take it anymore. if anyone out there understands... contact me... but don't be alarmed when i don't believe you. my leatherbound calles me.