repeating things that say i've gone crazy!!1
shit shit shit. i am sitting here. i am typing. i am listen to repeating noises like, fruhh fruh fruh fru fru fruhhh fruh fruh fruh fruh fruh fruh fruh,yes. but besides all of this crap, the day was good. i have a story for you that i wrote when i was suposed to be doing homework. i wan't maggie to read this too, realy.
This is a story that cannot be explained fully. It won't make sense using just these words like, silk threads and death music. This is where your imagination has to put words together and make pictures in your mind.
This is a dream. Not WAS a dream, not anything, because in dreams time doesn't matter. This is a dream, or death; they can intertwine with one another, that is a mix of all senses. Have you ever gotten a bad feeling or bad taste from listening to a horrible song? The type of song that scares you and makes you spin; that is the theme of this dream.
It is dark and partially gold. You wouldn't recognize if you were cold and uncomfortable, everything revolved around the details and colors. We were late; we were in this dream and life seemed to collapse on us.
The music made you taste vomit, it still does if you think about it. The music took up all the blackness; it took up all the time. Nothing else mattered, nothing else even existed. Do you know what your eyes would see if you live in a world of nothing? This dream, this first death, has had no positive or negitive effect on me, only my sanity.
Thats my story! i hope u like. I shouild have put this on maggies comments because I LOVE HER SO MUCH!!!!!!!
i forgot i already posted today.. hmm.
MAGGIE!
This is a story that cannot be explained fully. It won't make sense using just these words like, silk threads and death music. This is where your imagination has to put words together and make pictures in your mind.
This is a dream. Not WAS a dream, not anything, because in dreams time doesn't matter. This is a dream, or death; they can intertwine with one another, that is a mix of all senses. Have you ever gotten a bad feeling or bad taste from listening to a horrible song? The type of song that scares you and makes you spin; that is the theme of this dream.
It is dark and partially gold. You wouldn't recognize if you were cold and uncomfortable, everything revolved around the details and colors. We were late; we were in this dream and life seemed to collapse on us.
The music made you taste vomit, it still does if you think about it. The music took up all the blackness; it took up all the time. Nothing else mattered, nothing else even existed. Do you know what your eyes would see if you live in a world of nothing? This dream, this first death, has had no positive or negitive effect on me, only my sanity.
Thats my story! i hope u like. I shouild have put this on maggies comments because I LOVE HER SO MUCH!!!!!!!
i forgot i already posted today.. hmm.
MAGGIE!