I dont think much about it anymore, but there was a time I couldnt get it out of my head.
It was a day I didnt think I would survive, the metropolis of intuition that was vacuumed in my mind was endless. I wanted to get it out and fast. I hate myself when I am so inconsistent and incoherent. I am in a state that cannot be reversed or understood. I cant remedy it.
Sex was never as good with her as it was in my mind.
There is nothing like cotton t-shirt sheets.
I feel creative but cant understand why. Its been months since I have written.
The sunlight wakes me again, and I want to die.
I hear Massive Attack in my head..the soft ambient noise in my mind that seems to always be there. Angel, Angel, Angel. I love that girls voice.
It was a day I didnt think I would survive, the metropolis of intuition that was vacuumed in my mind was endless. I wanted to get it out and fast. I hate myself when I am so inconsistent and incoherent. I am in a state that cannot be reversed or understood. I cant remedy it.
Sex was never as good with her as it was in my mind.
There is nothing like cotton t-shirt sheets.
I feel creative but cant understand why. Its been months since I have written.
The sunlight wakes me again, and I want to die.
I hear Massive Attack in my head..the soft ambient noise in my mind that seems to always be there. Angel, Angel, Angel. I love that girls voice.
tortor:
Wow, I know nothing about you or your situation but you're an awesome writer! I wish I had that kind of natural talent. Rock on, keep writing! 
tuesday:
I totally don't get the NASCAR thing, I understand why someone would want to be a race car driver, but why do people sit there and watch it? And for fuck's sake, the same three or four rednecks win every time.