"...when will children learn to let their wildernesses burn?..."
i have elvis costello, beck, and faintly, lights fushia on th estage tonight ringing through my head. silence. please.
drama people are so on. i wish to sedate them so badly. however, i do not believe i am worthy of diagnosing such things. i don't think anyone is. i could just be an wicked doctor without a personality (or employer of eye contact) with a needle.. poised and aimed at any mutherfucker who got i nmy way. woo.
all that aside, i feel strangely alive and dead right now. i don't know what else to explain... everything. and nothing. i'm not feeling anything. but everything is running through me and i don't know how to deal with it. i'm drunk. and tired. what a beautiful combination. even if it is thursday. oops :)
drama people are so on. i wish to sedate them so badly. however, i do not believe i am worthy of diagnosing such things. i don't think anyone is. i could just be an wicked doctor without a personality (or employer of eye contact) with a needle.. poised and aimed at any mutherfucker who got i nmy way. woo.
all that aside, i feel strangely alive and dead right now. i don't know what else to explain... everything. and nothing. i'm not feeling anything. but everything is running through me and i don't know how to deal with it. i'm drunk. and tired. what a beautiful combination. even if it is thursday. oops :)