May 11, 2009 12:32
things turn into mush, my life seems to stop. where am i going? i don't seem to be able to do anything right. yet i don't feel sad. & i don't know what to think or say or do.
i suppose i'm confused, people & life, can you say that again please?
sludge, i am sludge not languid liquid. & where did i go again please?
ghosts from closets walk with me