persistance seems to be graced by collusions
(here today, gone tomorrow)
there was some sort of creeping feeling last night
bloody darkness, shiny teeth grins, gulping throats
i've decided, when strangers seem strange: do not be strange to strangers
as redundant and childish as that may sound, there is a lesson to be learned.
tiredlessly money making, brainless activity, restless nights
i'm trying to decide between -- and __
voyuerism doesn't get me anywhere
creating creations is easier said than done
i want to be swept off my feet and embrace complete chaos
friends trigger warm feelings
warm feelings that are lacking
"i like myself better without [-- or __]"
comprehensive waves of slithering and glittering creatures
i can't help that i think you are full of shit

I NEED TO BE DUG
I NEED TO BE SPRUNG
UPTHEPUNX