Hi this is me an my intro to the Hip forums! nice to meet ya! the three of me! Lost in thought, though I cant tell if I'm lost or not but each idle moment is a second and it costs alot whether I walk or trot each new face that I meet reminds me of an old one that's lost its spot each memory is vivid, but it starts to blot while posted up on a piece of paper I poured my heart between the lines here would lie my hearts confession names to victims of my crimes, never mind, I'm only lying, they'll stay frozen in my mind David In a half dead state maybe comatose I sorta chose this type of life over an overdose and notice ghosts of a past that almost no one knows except for maybe through a poets prose, or the open close nature of the face when an emotion shows, causing the throat to close, and the heat of an eyeball when it stings and overflows, away from open doors so when it's done its if as no one knows. Sleepy. It seems that a broken dream of a hopeless past is all I have, and all I am is a memory to a couple of trick chickens that I owe this tag, It's kinda corny if you know the half. To understand the struggle of waking up in a bastards stash, a couple grams of emotion gots me chokin on feelings that just don't last, and I'd maybe even tell you some, boo, if you just don't ask, I gotta feeling if you know me then you just goin laugh. Wesso. Catapulted into a dimension where it's my dick your cat assaulted, screaming off with it's head, waving the razor sharp claws it was planning to whack it off with, but it slipped in a puddle of body painting chocolate, and the moment it hit the floor, was the moment that I lost it.
