In-cred-ib-le.........................................



When the lies don't hurt anymore.

Safety warning,
Mellow morning,
Nightmare dawning,
Swiftly falling.

Don't knock it!

I like this feeling, or the cold, the tingling and the older.
I know the whispers turned to gold, the melancholy mould, it's over!
I feel.

Frikkin' ouch.

Fucking hell.
He cares. That's insane.
Love. Tears.
Total insanity.
WHY am I still here, though?

Mmm. Gleeson. Guppy. Fantastic dolls.
92.
Spinning. Ringing. The faint, 'lectronic buzz.
Insane.
Slowly dying. Myserious savour. Pre-pubescent worrior.
High.
No, sorry, hi. Love can save......

Why is there no measurement for boredom or lonliness?

(The kid's rad.)

That's just charming.
Lovely, lovely piece-o'-crap.

Yes.
We are missing a word between 'compliments' and 'love'.

And then you realize: no, there isn't anyone left.

What is this adobe july first thing?
Do they just want me to upload art that day?
(When I click the ads I've seen, I go to a blank page. *tear*)

Hmm.
Maybe need is too strong a word.
Lacking hope, but unpreturbed.
Want to have your portioned time.
Loss, don't care, it once was mine.
Choice.
Me.

The ting tings.

HAIRCUT DAY!

Heh.
My horoscope.
LOL.
Apropriate?
eh.

What is this weird feeling?
I cant concentrate or listen or care or feel or remember or walk in a STRAIGHT LINE.
I swear I'm not high.

What does one do with one's love for another,  a pain'd ol' confusion, one for eachother.
You know they're a cheater, lied, they know it too, you ripen'd reciept of this, followed 'im through.

*is confused as to how we came to be lying down....*

Beauty.
Faint memmory.
Wisdom.
Wasted?
Helpless,
screaming.
Not long, taste it.
Tomorow, and waiting....
The sill on astounded.
Please?