Dec 05, 2004 02:02
i am the outsider. even when i'm inside. the eye rolls only half-way through.unless you're dead. conditions conditions... everywhere not a drop to stink. drink. pink. whatever. it makes no difference whatsoever now does it...
i fell on the cake. should i panic? can they send for another one in time?
CAN THEY?
no.
just and everything will be ok.
panic
gliding is never necessary.
khif to3oom.
et2al teghra2.
teezak she says... so uncaring for my feelings.
anyways... goodbye for now. i doubt i'll be here again.
thank you for making me a part of your journal.
one day you'll read this and have to scroll down to read the name.
but you won't. because there is no name. there is no shape. there is only memory. if served chilled... if and only if. the cake fell on me. i swear it
wasn't me. i swear it wasn't me. i swear. i.