Tuesday, July 14, 2009

and the silver pink pony kisses me and says

why do i keep coming in and out of focus, literally?  One minute i feel fine but then i feel like i'm sleeping. oh well i'm most likely dying.

etta baby baby you sing to my heaarrttt
I'm so obsessed with love songs.  Or breakup songs for that matter.  They're just good and i don't why other peoples
pain makes me feel eased.  And i don't mean that in some creepy way, but in a way that I can't really understand .
someone buy me a new bass clarinet.  1450 for this new place. but it has three bedroom. man I don't even remember what privacy is anymore?
I'm tired of drinking very large portions of alcohol and smoking tons of weed because i'm bored/don't want to deal.

on that note.
i'm celibate now.



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