the fucking shit josh gets me to do sometimes!
so now i havent updated in years it seems, not like really anyonnnnnnnnnnne is watching to those who are watching. anyway or at any rate.
so im right down lower from that which you were reading this is mike and in the place of mike stands, contomplation of events to come. how much do i over analyze? answer anyone nope . way to much. but this is it . this is me out side of everything. and its weird. who do i choose to be mine? ive gotten a couple they seem to be working but the fact that they dont know me outside of anything is weird. being concepts is not my roll of the lucky dice. but wahtever.
soon shit will be fine isee myself merging with the soul i lost because of penil urges, even though my given situation now doesn permitt me to be sane. they all play with my mind. im gona have to get recluse on them.
mind body all one. this is the point where words merdge with feeling . feeling un understood. im alone. but if could expand . you know like fuckig exxxxxxxpand. into the place where you know you see and here everything. thats the only reaso i try the things i do. to expand. find me outside out of what is stale and known. but options run slim, and i see people in the glory of the pure. pure., its a hole that being here i should regain. passion for the next day. has failed. seeing the purity in others makes me sick cuz they have something i want ?
but on the real side where the colors and the patterns have an equation that i have the variables to , shit functions.
from now on the earth has a different name, meanig saaaaaaaaaaaaaantex. its all changed and this is my glory. selfish maybe , living for others? sometimes. realizing that it happens fucking priceless. adhereing to the conceptual understand? mission.
i battle everyday. with the wakeing and the ants crawling through the tunnels ive built for them./ challenge is hopefull!
expectation of getting one distant.
similar dna in all..
crave for new blood.
but ill deal.
and for this night after the ramble and the eclipse which i missed and the day of birth which i havent doe for ages, and the goodnite kiss which i will remember................i rest for a new day of uneasyness.
depraveed am i?
sectioned off ? ...sure but by choice.
outcome unscertian . but breif conclusions seem prmissing.
if not only because theyre a cop out.
whatever that means..
but it was interesting ..
sad that everything i hold dear and serious , in terms of the joy , rely on the iception of the invisable deity.
i can addmit.!
night all!
work the next day.
and possibly a flux to a new income.!
side note' so everythings quite logical now. now glories in the the spots that i find undiscovered. everythings rational ow. is this age? is this the glory of years under my belt? well i say fuck you in your tight cunnnnnnnt nif it is . this leaves nothing for me. in my terms. the undiscovered was endless. at one point but now iuts stale . what to discover? ive founfd the same thing pover and over but i still try. trying tro gibve people what i think they want of me to get to the point where they will touch me again. strike that or i will permit them to to touch me. standards are big with me now!!...hahah hwere duid that come from..
tonite was lizs birthday. and i can honestly say ive never seen here smile like that. it was crisp . and full of everything that creation was sprung forth from. ennnnnnnnnnnnnergey of pure feeling. something to live for and she wore it on here face tonite.. my thoughts are everywhere, but the girl was happy.
which is what i wanted for here. if only for a moment. and unconsumed by the chemical imbalance of discord and escape.
to know thateple still find that makes me the constant partron at all of its shows. it meraculious to me they find that,
pure is the only word.
deceptions and rot is not in there true perception.
this is what makes me old.
the jaded seperation of being scorn, or scorning .
thats all i can speak on ,is quakes of the heart. life lasting quakes that would send cali to atlantis!
i wish i hadnt given my soul to my first. he makes me want to cry with each update.
he would never recognize me now.
if i had a soul it might lie in a cave where the light is sparse. and very distant.
i want to be him for him but it will never. so i must die . i must kill theat which is him.!!!!!!!!
this is so many years . i can kow about letting it go. and that would mean letting him, go. i know what i have to do. but i cant let my pure cons\cept go.
im such a fag
so im right down lower from that which you were reading this is mike and in the place of mike stands, contomplation of events to come. how much do i over analyze? answer anyone nope . way to much. but this is it . this is me out side of everything. and its weird. who do i choose to be mine? ive gotten a couple they seem to be working but the fact that they dont know me outside of anything is weird. being concepts is not my roll of the lucky dice. but wahtever.
soon shit will be fine isee myself merging with the soul i lost because of penil urges, even though my given situation now doesn permitt me to be sane. they all play with my mind. im gona have to get recluse on them.
mind body all one. this is the point where words merdge with feeling . feeling un understood. im alone. but if could expand . you know like fuckig exxxxxxxpand. into the place where you know you see and here everything. thats the only reaso i try the things i do. to expand. find me outside out of what is stale and known. but options run slim, and i see people in the glory of the pure. pure., its a hole that being here i should regain. passion for the next day. has failed. seeing the purity in others makes me sick cuz they have something i want ?
but on the real side where the colors and the patterns have an equation that i have the variables to , shit functions.
from now on the earth has a different name, meanig saaaaaaaaaaaaaantex. its all changed and this is my glory. selfish maybe , living for others? sometimes. realizing that it happens fucking priceless. adhereing to the conceptual understand? mission.
i battle everyday. with the wakeing and the ants crawling through the tunnels ive built for them./ challenge is hopefull!
expectation of getting one distant.
similar dna in all..
crave for new blood.
but ill deal.
and for this night after the ramble and the eclipse which i missed and the day of birth which i havent doe for ages, and the goodnite kiss which i will remember................i rest for a new day of uneasyness.
depraveed am i?
sectioned off ? ...sure but by choice.
outcome unscertian . but breif conclusions seem prmissing.
if not only because theyre a cop out.
whatever that means..
but it was interesting ..
sad that everything i hold dear and serious , in terms of the joy , rely on the iception of the invisable deity.
i can addmit.!
night all!
work the next day.
and possibly a flux to a new income.!
side note' so everythings quite logical now. now glories in the the spots that i find undiscovered. everythings rational ow. is this age? is this the glory of years under my belt? well i say fuck you in your tight cunnnnnnnt nif it is . this leaves nothing for me. in my terms. the undiscovered was endless. at one point but now iuts stale . what to discover? ive founfd the same thing pover and over but i still try. trying tro gibve people what i think they want of me to get to the point where they will touch me again. strike that or i will permit them to to touch me. standards are big with me now!!...hahah hwere duid that come from..
tonite was lizs birthday. and i can honestly say ive never seen here smile like that. it was crisp . and full of everything that creation was sprung forth from. ennnnnnnnnnnnnergey of pure feeling. something to live for and she wore it on here face tonite.. my thoughts are everywhere, but the girl was happy.
which is what i wanted for here. if only for a moment. and unconsumed by the chemical imbalance of discord and escape.
to know thateple still find that makes me the constant partron at all of its shows. it meraculious to me they find that,
pure is the only word.
deceptions and rot is not in there true perception.
this is what makes me old.
the jaded seperation of being scorn, or scorning .
thats all i can speak on ,is quakes of the heart. life lasting quakes that would send cali to atlantis!
i wish i hadnt given my soul to my first. he makes me want to cry with each update.
he would never recognize me now.
if i had a soul it might lie in a cave where the light is sparse. and very distant.
i want to be him for him but it will never. so i must die . i must kill theat which is him.!!!!!!!!
this is so many years . i can kow about letting it go. and that would mean letting him, go. i know what i have to do. but i cant let my pure cons\cept go.
im such a fag