suiciety

saterday morning i was playing with the impossibles. fully believing that. those who dream to dream would never be as free as those who dream. forgetting the realist[.] romantics are the living dead. beauty is only skin deap. everyone is ugly inside... out of reasons to keep my hands to myself. this is all wrong and it shows. nothing but the mosquitos poisoning themselves. promise me i will never act like this again. if you can't have me no one will? you can. but you stab on the defensive. (if) you don't regret it[?] then just forget it. or you can ground me from my dreams mother dearest. i took the time to talk about it so you can take the time to laugh about it. this is keeping me up nights we must abort. tell me something crazy.. apsithyria has set in... i can no longer whisper. just a touch over rated.