hello,i have been smoking and drinking and running on this no sleep buisness for a couple of days. i love thinking of all of life that is happening and isnt....the future....the now....the taste of a passionful girl, the feel of her soft skin before pretruding the wet opening of her body, excuse me if im being a little lude, by a little i mean a lot. the feeling of a friend opening up like youve never seen him before, because every breath is new......when you realize that they are the same blood as you, when they are so! different, but the resembalance is uncanning.....i really think i fucked up that word........today i wore a leaf from a bird of paridise in my ear, contrasting orange, beautiful....i love life....you need to love life just as much, indulge in the saturation and florish..... remember that everyone is with your ass through some kind of energy or an other....love is something that cant die...just because i dont want it to die....when you convince yourself that, you fall too fast....i dont know if im making sense right now but i am feeling very fatigued...spelling?....well fuck it im going to sleep. if any one reads my journal, feel free to send just as much or if not equal stupid remake as you can, i love you, and i love dirt....i lovewater....i love skirts....

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micajah:
Me tired too. R U back in Austin? How was the funeral?
psychnurse:
thanks for the advice! i appreciate it.
