the people above me are dead. i havn't seen or heard them in days now. the stiring sounds of the bed springs and the headboard booming are gone. where did they go? where did I go? last night i had a dream that I wasn't here anymore and that i was...well thats my dark secret...it was some place nice. i'm starting to lose it here. this place is jail of sorts and the only reason i say jail is because I won't be here long enough to make it a prison. prison is where you go when you fuck up big time, i've only found the edge pieces of the 'fuck up' puzzle. so you could say i've only be gone to fuck up. time will tell as to when my final countdown to insanity begins.
Quote of the Day,Week: Don't mess with the Bull, more than likely his dick is bigger than yours.
Quote of the Day,Week: Don't mess with the Bull, more than likely his dick is bigger than yours.
guess what? give up? we are finaly getting saw on friday. did you see it is it good? will you watch it with me so if it gets to scarry you can sing a good song? you killed the people above you in your sleep. I do belive we are imprisoned ourselves so were ever we go we will always be in jail. have a