Do you know what it's like to be up for four 5, maybe three or two dayswith nonstop thinking? Almost exactly like the missions and mental mazes you guys put me through when you catch up to me at my favorite resorts. The soap is good hear. All the good, all the bad. The Soap is a tissue. Except, this time, I'm not high. And playtime is dead. Just ego and writing, egowriting, if you will. At the end of the day, I realize people are not looking at me because they know who I am, but because I am a human being. And that fuckin sucks, man! I need to be on Days of Our Lives.
I have to be on Days of Our Lives
Oh, Days of Our Lives
hear me now!
motherjunker
It makes me wonder, it makes me muse— stepped on a cAt. It makes me wonder whether I really am going sychtzo, and that you guys...it's not gone if it was never there, manifested into thin air
paper thin
Garsh! Oh gosh, what am I saying? If only grandmother could hear me now...she'd smack me upside the head and say finish eating. But my sweets, my sweets, my sweet little babenesses. mini babenesses, yellow in Hollywood, minions but Greater than I'll ever hallucinate to be. Babeness is a Religion. God is love, but it could also be like, and "cool," and rad
my sweet,
my dear,
my darling,
you're so Mitch and
...Eugene
im so tired...sorry for being obnoxious in the future posts
This woke me up.
Love,
babe
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