Jul 23, 2006 04:15
even if i forgot, pushed aside, hid, not thought about,...it would all still be buried underneathe. you can't build a house on a cliff.
my pre-last moments at the bar were spent telling someone of edik's death up until i last went to the doctor. i felt ill, then, suddenly and curled l-wise in the corner beyond the floor. strobe lights danced schizo-ish and all was basey boom boom.
i'm cold&hungry; where have all the fireflies gone?
p.s, - i made three dollars by "stripping" in front of fuel.