+ inside your cover's always blown

[flesh]

I'm feeling horribly detatched at the moment. Sometimes I want to crawl under a rock and live there forever [well, not forever but you know] - I know that's so fucking ridiculous, and I guess that shows you how ridiculous I am.

I have bumps on my leg - the result of play in the mountains... I don't think anyone will ever be as loyal to me as my dog... I have these mad fantasies where I get down to last details... And so my memories are an entangled mess of things that happened and things that never did. My eyes are forever seeking sights that make my mouth drop open. Hey, imagine how things could be......... [if.]
[nothing will ever be the same again.]