Some things wrote in my notepad lately (usually in Regent's Park):
if when you dream you dream of me, i'll see you when you diethings i find in txt files on me desktop (usually after a drunken night):
the limits of living with a human are unbound. i have a jacket that i wear to ward them away so i can do what i do on the way
BEWARE! YOU ARE ON A WORLD OF HUMANS
The world don't mean anything to you, it's a mirror you look on
you have a beautiful body and face, are you funny ?
through the edge of the cloud
if it turns stormy all of a sudden
love only happens when you have the good manners to meet the right person
i got an itch under the finger nail of my right thumb, it itched so bad.Odd.
i know bacteria lives in the in between of the nail and skin
this was infuriating.
i scraped the dirt out with the blade on my bottle opener but still the itch stayed
i scraped again... and again
flames, flames, flames, flames, fuckin' flames. i can not speak else i give into flames
johnie decided to run a knife into his chest to see what happened... He died, that's what happened
nothing is good, it is recorded in your pathetic little blog that nothing is good