I have taken to wearing sunglasses at all times/

guitarre pick in my bra as well/ just in case // i had a dream of transmitting myself into a series of visual images/ breaking glass/ hair pulling/ the stroke of a paintbrush across old canvas/ the sun exploding/ a black rose/ ... but i gave up on this idea/ there's no need/ i am what i am without another word/ i'd rather speak of other things// oh, and yes, sir Mic-Arthy - slashes are back muthafuckahs// cycles...ev'rything in cycles/ the pirate becomes the cowboy becomes the ganster/ the sword becomes the rifle becomes the pistol/ an' so forth// i'm amazed at how often the word 'individual' when it is self imposed is little more than a euphemism/ euphemism for "attention whore" and/or "coward/ a sense of desperation lies within the psudeo-freak/ afraid to embrace their destiny to mean nothing/ understandable, an' even excusable/ but still not right// (spit) // an' yet i am no better for even having such thoughts// i am guilty of dancing in the first degree/ jail me as you see fit //

... Please god say you understand what I'm saying to you.

 

riiight
umm i wore sunglasses a lot when i would get stoned everyday?...sorry hun i didnt read the rest...dotn got time

 

Yaaayyyyyyyeeeeeee.

That's okay.

 

hehe good..now i dont feel like such a bitch

 

A spidery soul is better than no soul at all. Cookies are muderers. Can you fly?

 

Yaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyeeeeee.

Yes.

Duh.

No.

 

...

 

I've tried though.

... Never works.

 

never give up

 

(the attempt at flying i mean)

 

Wheeeeeeeee...

 

katie katie katie......how i love you.

 

does this mean you flew?

 

No.