my imagination is stuck in a rutbut i beg it to come out and play.it'll be fun, i say,really, it'll just make my day.i cannot, it says,i've fallen so ..
i like whenwords speak for themselvesand create their own beat in your braini'm not one for fancy thingsi like black inkon white pagesand sentences th..
i would prefer to sithome aloneand read the fountainheadthe catcher in ryethe metamorphosisthe strangeri get drunk off plays on wordsi get high off cl..
i just hate the factthat i have your eyesthe same eyes that can look back at me with contemptan ocean full of maliceand disgust as if i was the one wh..
no longer wasshe contentwalking among the deadhowever there werenone of the livingkind to be foundshe didn't understandtheir boring jobsand boring spo..