Wednesday, January 20, 2010
crash into me
while the sun kissed the mountains blue and eleven moons played across rainbows above me and you
i'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest,
where the people are many and their hands are all empty,
where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
where the home in the vallet meets the damp dirty prison
where the executioner's face is always well hidden
where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
where black is the color, where none is the number
i am tired today. but i've finished my othello coursework, which is good. i'm low on cigs, this is bad. i ate a lot today. that's bad too. i'm still hungry. that's definately worse. i'm cold. this is nice. i am free to sleep now. this is also good. i might do maths homework which is in for friday. this is being ready. i could do the five pages of my chemistry booklet. this is what i do for fun.
i just watched a man's carotid artery burst. i watch too much grey's anatomy.
just cried all the way through satc
i found my hello kitty tshirt that makes my chest look smaller. by a fraction. i think it's because it was designed for a 12-year-old with no breasts to wear.