fear of (a) average mind

you are human, no thing you do is wrong

Through the edge of the cloud #

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 die

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


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
things i find in txt files on me desktop (usually after a drunken night):
i got an itch under the finger nail of my right thumb, it itched so bad.
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