listening to your nonsense is a nice way to spend my night. it’s weird how you sound so true to yourself with all those words. never to say anything bad about how life went so wrong. but how exactly you know that it all went wrong? is it the maths of life? and you count things right so you don’t get tangled up? just maybe i can speak your words, and look at things like you do. ya. just maybe.
April 12, 2009, 4:13pm
