Thursday, October 30, 2003
Arr, I am a moron pirate.
Friday, October 24, 2003
Tonight I was the only lurker on the streets. It was quite disappointing, as I was hoping to run into some unacquainted faces. But none were to be found. Nope not one, tonight they have all gone inside to dance on brightly coloured floors, to sit by a familiar face and watch movies, or to catch up on the sleep stolen from them this week. Ah, but I was out tonight, wandering aimlessly, sitting under dimmed streetlights, and chasing cats. Oh, and I was followed by a drunk couple. Though thoroughly enjoying this night by myself, I almost wish someone was with me, even if they were lurking in the shadows.
Friday, October 17, 2003
AAAAAH. THESE PAINS. SO SHARP. CRINGING IN PAIN. I WANT TO RIP MY STOMACH OPEN AND ALLOW MY INNARDS TO SPILL OUT.....creating more pain, but OOOOOH, MY STOMACH. THE HORROR!
I'm finished.
I'm finished.
Thursday, October 02, 2003
At 2:41 in the morning, the world looked like a portrait of a painting. I wanted to smudge it with my thumb.
What can I say anymore? I'm stumped. I've painted myself into a corner. I could careless about the mess I've made, or will soon make. I'm letting go of everything, and just letting it fall into the hands of fate. Which is a pretty god damn passive thing to do, but I'm done. Finito!
Voila.
What can I say anymore? I'm stumped. I've painted myself into a corner. I could careless about the mess I've made, or will soon make. I'm letting go of everything, and just letting it fall into the hands of fate. Which is a pretty god damn passive thing to do, but I'm done. Finito!
Voila.
