Vita luna!
i can't I can't I can't.
... I
was walking down Bellflower boulevard looking at the brick buildings, green leaves, cars and people. my cigarette tastes the same every day, and it' s the only thing I can be sure of. distortion and white noise in my head, no music to fill my little box, where panic lives now.
...I
like people, and people like me, too many strings attached and keep attaching,
...I
feel this strings being pulled puppet-like. they want a piece, each and everyone and I am willing to give it all.
what do I do? what DO I DO?
..my
number/my address/my money/my time/my nerves/my brain/ my body/my heart
...this
February is annoying.
..I
thought I knew something.
..I
thought my plan was good enough, I hoped. but now I know that hope is a slutty bitch.
...it
all changes every minute, nothing is constant and I have no control over the puzzle I am in.
...no sense of direction.
sometimes I am drunk and it makes me think less, and then I just stop caring.
..I go to bars alone
...I lie on the grass
...I dress in bubble-wrap
...I kiss back the girls who just come up and kiss
...my dreams are more real than reality
...I I am becoming insane
me, me, me, me, me, me...want, want, want.....
there is so muchmore to this world than I can bare, I can feel it. no definitions. just feelings.
Mardi Gras in Long Beach RAINBOW harbor... If you will...VITA LUNA!!!!
