what a crazy world, I feel sick. Headaches.
I don't know. boy with guitar is hitchhiking to New York. I think i'm too crazy for him. My cosmic soul sister is going to come visit me from new york soon, should cheer me up. She has this amazing energy, has made me fall in love with her various times. I'm going to take her to the strip club, show her how i dance to Diamanda Galas. I've lost weight, It makes me feel self conscious when i'm stripping. Hopefully i'll gain it back soon. I think i'm leaving bill's house. bad blood between us now. we stare into each others eyes. It's this mindfuck thing. we hate each other. we love each other, believe that the other one is fuckin insane. I need to find a place to live, My own space that i can paint in, write in, dance in, seclude myself in when i'm sick of the outside world that i'm constantly exposed to. sick of sleeping on the floor of this crazy existentialist "artist", fuckin psychopath or outside with guitar boy, my beautiful lost boy. I hope he stays away for good this time, he'll be better off.
saw my friend casper today, He's starting a band, called 13 and a half, if anyone ever makes it to vermont, they should check them out, when they get a website together, i'll link em. I think this kid will have amazing stage presence. he always makes me laugh. Still having these Joan Of Arc dreams, Sometimes she talks to me and i think i'm going crazy, maybe i'm just hanging around crazy bill too much. maybe the schizophrenia is contagious
I don't know. boy with guitar is hitchhiking to New York. I think i'm too crazy for him. My cosmic soul sister is going to come visit me from new york soon, should cheer me up. She has this amazing energy, has made me fall in love with her various times. I'm going to take her to the strip club, show her how i dance to Diamanda Galas. I've lost weight, It makes me feel self conscious when i'm stripping. Hopefully i'll gain it back soon. I think i'm leaving bill's house. bad blood between us now. we stare into each others eyes. It's this mindfuck thing. we hate each other. we love each other, believe that the other one is fuckin insane. I need to find a place to live, My own space that i can paint in, write in, dance in, seclude myself in when i'm sick of the outside world that i'm constantly exposed to. sick of sleeping on the floor of this crazy existentialist "artist", fuckin psychopath or outside with guitar boy, my beautiful lost boy. I hope he stays away for good this time, he'll be better off.
saw my friend casper today, He's starting a band, called 13 and a half, if anyone ever makes it to vermont, they should check them out, when they get a website together, i'll link em. I think this kid will have amazing stage presence. he always makes me laugh. Still having these Joan Of Arc dreams, Sometimes she talks to me and i think i'm going crazy, maybe i'm just hanging around crazy bill too much. maybe the schizophrenia is contagious
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stellartrane:
Seems like you need a move all together. And tell Bill for me we are all wanna be's and uniquely the same. The only thing we are free to do is live or die. --every thing past that is societies decision. but that's just me being a Negative Nancy... yes, I think schizophrenia is contagious--
cre2p:
http://www.gutterpoet.com/