Love that will not betray you, dismay or enslave you,
It will set you free
Be more like the man you were made to be.


Maybe if I somehow find it again, it'll rid me of this animalistic psychosis. But until then, I suppose I'm cursed.

This is what has had me recently. The banjo got me sold. And the fact that it sounds like its from 1899. :)

All I want to do is smoke a big, fat bowl.

Of me.



Of me.

I want your psycho
Your vertigo shtick
Want you in my rear window
Baby you’re sick
I want your love


Gaga's hommage to Hitchcock, saying, I want your deepest darkest emotions that accompany your love.

There are probably a handful of reasons you could guess why I never want to be home (in nova) ever again. There are also many things I would like to say to you.

Weird.

Told you from the start.

Yeah, wth. But this song is good.

I'm strong enough to run away from everything I once had, ready to start over, and my time is now. This is a new independence.

God. I'm so glad I'm out of NoVa.

Happy birthday to me.

Nomad.

According to Bukowski, starting thursday I've got only one more year.

And like the cat I have nine times to die.
This is Number Three. --Sylvia Plath

Sometimes I hate the fact that he isn't you.
And I hate when boys feel the need to lie to impress a girl.
He doesn't do that. But still.
He treats me like I always wanted you to treat me.
Oh well. Miss you. Both.

There's nothing I hate more than dishonesty.

Lost; that's all I am right now.

I've gotten to the point where it no longer blurs my mind. It enlightens me.

Hey, at least I stopped crying at night.