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What is reality? Could all of existance be a facet of someone's imagination? Sometimes I can't differentiate reality from imagination, and I like it. It's as if I can do things in my mind that I wouldn't be able to do in "real" life.
My mind is a scary place, filled with thoughts and ideas that come from the most random of sources. I'm fickle, indecisive, yet strong and firm. I don't really know what I'm talking about... I feel almost unreal, am I real? Is the whole world my dream, or is it someone else's dream that I am a prisoner too? I want to take a walk, but it's late, really really late. Echoes. I sort of float through life, I'm going to miss those halls.. that room, that couch, that crazy ceiling. Isn't that cute. I confuse myself. Call me crazy, but... nah, just call me crazy.
.eicats ssim I
JohnnhoJ
I'm all in black, no more fanfares. D# not F#, ugh. pizzicato, felt cup mute. wah-waaaah.
She took my Aladdin casette. grrr.
I like my viking track hoodie :-D
Inside every child there is genius and inside of every genius there is a child. -Goethe
I'm tungry and hired...
My mind is a scary place, filled with thoughts and ideas that come from the most random of sources. I'm fickle, indecisive, yet strong and firm. I don't really know what I'm talking about... I feel almost unreal, am I real? Is the whole world my dream, or is it someone else's dream that I am a prisoner too? I want to take a walk, but it's late, really really late. Echoes. I sort of float through life, I'm going to miss those halls.. that room, that couch, that crazy ceiling. Isn't that cute. I confuse myself. Call me crazy, but... nah, just call me crazy.
.eicats ssim I
JohnnhoJ
I'm all in black, no more fanfares. D# not F#, ugh. pizzicato, felt cup mute. wah-waaaah.
She took my Aladdin casette. grrr.
I like my viking track hoodie :-D
Inside every child there is genius and inside of every genius there is a child. -Goethe
I'm tungry and hired...