amanitamuscaria

discrepancies?
is that how you spell it?
how many voices do you have to listen to to believe that what you say is true?

When you believe that what is real becomes a reality the truth sets in.

I am not sure.
I am not secure.
I am not obscure.
I might be unsure of everything that floats inside of my mind. someone out there is believing everything that I say. Is that my best friend?
If so that fucker is a sucker.
I am sure.
I am secure.
I am obscure.
Let the emotions pour out like a thousand weaping lizzards in the frost.
I sit here thinking of how many names in the world just sit around every night.
Do they fullfill their lives?
I am sure that everyone on earth limits themselves to a sobriety.
What the fuck.
yes what the fuck.
fuck you...
that is my life.