a little bit of a resurrection
my life journal: cutmedown








1000 x's [f][a][k][e]


maybe it was the thought of me laying cold, dead on a black marble floor. maybe it was the ever evolving virus of hatred that weaves thru my blood, thru my bones. the things that they did to me.

look at me & believe that this is the only reality. believe that if you follow your heart you will get burned. do you want scars like these? do you want /p/a/i/n/ like this?

we're walking to barcelona tonite, love. across the moonlit ocean & thru the tidal breezes. we will dance on sparkling waves & step on warm shores. & maybe if we're lucky;; i will stop having these hallucinations of happiness.




written on 2003-09-10 at 9:29 a.m.

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