what?
10/27/2004 02:50 a.m.
my hands smell like photo chemicals
yeah well, they smell of sex and cigarettes, too
but you dont hear me complain, and it's
all there is to do round here, so get in line

it's been a day of highs and lows,
sexy faces and expressions that i want to
forget but always remember, secretly.
a passionate fire to destroy the
memories seared into the iris
pupil, cornea and through the
lens.

i want to tell you everything there is to know
about the fourty-six days after the dawn of man,
i want you to know that i was awake for the first
few. learned a valuable lesson,
forgotten instantly as i went to dream of
bigger things.

tranquilizers hmmbfhmmgfhmmm
whaidinherwhayousai...d.
I am currently Weird
I am listening to postal service natural anthem