Dec 11, 2005 00:09
I am creating this movie in my mind the past while while i am supposed to be focused on this last work that colleges will see. I guess it is just not realising that that is what matters, but in mind it is this movie that is based on the ideas that cigarettes must absorb tears, my arm in the light of a computer is the palest shade of yellow, that some paint chips are called a color like my arm but are actually whiter than my arm.
my memoery is taken recently to the lame, forgetting that it exists in an amazing array of plumes and looms and ghostdust and headrests. it cannot decifer the present either calls of distress to the winged needs of this cold. i need a friend to come with meandmother but GHOULS i only end up with