when will it end?
i think i finished a long time ago. but im still going.
it feels like my life is just one big marathon in a big cirlce..
running and running running running and running.
fuck marathons. lets start something else.
my_art/photo.its under construction but soon will be up...
i hope.
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i feel blank right now. i dont like it.
i think being lonely is the worst feeling ever. i think i rather die.
They're fucking after us...
my bathroom mirror is cluttered with colonial faces.
It's a fright, it's a sight,
powdered chalky white.
You've got to rescue me...
they're stalking me, hiding in mirrors
like flesh jack-o-lanterns.
It's a tease, it's a shock,
they shriek, "The Redcoats are coming!"
like a choir of boiling lobsters.
fuck this.