escapegoat

once again, its come to me..........
i reflect on why i come here.....
i use this precious space for me.....
its not like i have found great friends from here.......(i dont like computer dorks)
i use this space for some strange aspect of my being.......
some confesional/diary.....
some creative/sounding board.....
some connections/sharing.....
some big virtual time killing whatever......
whatever...............whatever.....
i just observe........and live.....and who knows...........
im getting old........
at the same time some kind of strange brand new..........
i am me..........
everything i never wanted to be.......
and still everything that i create.......
its mine............
all mine...........
glory lost in the new musings......
nothing special.....
mediocrity like a specialty......
kinda scary.....
back the fuck up.......
gimme a bolt of lightning or disappear......
either you are something special, or you are a waste of my time..........
as if i dont stop for everyone,everywhere,for every reason...........
if i dont learn to love myself, nobody else will............
eyes burning.........
wouldnt be if they remembered how to cry.......
im tired.......
give me reasons........
give me hope......
give me love.......
give me something...........anything
give me you.................


and i dont wanna hear you whine....
and i dont care about your ink.......
and the metal you adorn is cute like my shit stink........
its all wonderful and its all grand.....
forget the wraping.....
oh wait............theres something inside.......
scare you......
the crux of the meat of a soul of buried child.....
buried alive..........


can i eat pussy and fuck now?




huh.......i dont remember writing this