Dec 04, 2003 14:43
i wish i wouldn't feel so sexual right now.
i wish i wouldn't feel so misplaced right now.
i want to smash up this computer.
this room, eyes in the back of your head.
this room is too small, the walls coming in.
crash, crash, crash. i'm under the impression
i'm going out.
or not.
derelict, abandon.
i need my own theme song, sans mention of other people in it.
oh wait, Blink and Robert Smith did that for me!