Sunday, August 29, 20##
permanently insane.
insanity...
se se
sentir
se sentir
prickle prickle tickle
you know what i'm sayin'?
nothin but a ...
i could do this all day.
just lay out in the sun.
maybe it was meant to end like this
post modern bullshit
gertrude stein must have been insane too
trip into traps
trapped in the trips
tripple trapple water drops
raining cats and dogs
rain
too controlled
green lamps
again! too controlled
you don't beleive me, do you?
orange flashing.
i saw no colors until today
except the purple moon
new people faces people faces
carrots are orange too
five hours six hours
three flowers
compact discs
dancing in a field of flowers
(ah, thats where that was going)
dancing in the field to israeli techno
following, i wish i were there
in that happy place
with wonderful people
like heaven
blue haze
hazy shady but wonderful
wonder charm
five dollars six dollars
fuck you and you and you and you
but please dont go.
stay just a little bit looooonger.
love fool.
i love food.
lies again.
why can't things just
this is useless.
it's alright.
i've accepted this.
what's done is done
and it can't be undone.
i should have known better.
