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anyway
2004-05-29 10:57 p.m.

staring at the sky, staring at the sun. staring inside myself

xpecting to see something? some gold maybe?

the emptiness roars back at me, shouldn't have put those damn mirrors there.

unfathomable lengthes of nothingness.

life life life. hate that word - only whiny bitches use it to describe something which they don't comprehend and bitch about it cause that's what whiny bitches do. no need to summarize, no need to concentrate, no need to ponder, no need to reverse my brain or fill that hole in the head.

so what am i doing here if not prying about in the garbage looking for a scrap of emotion ( that feeling which rarely has any relation to reality, and life [heh]) to cling on to and water it until it grows into a fully grown child of my heart?

FART BABY , FART!

and anyway, who will know?


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