Goodness gracious me people suck. Tell me... why is it so easy to be angry at some persons and not others?
I've done a lot, God knows I've tried
To find the truth, I've even lied
But all I know is down inside I'm bleeding.
And Super Heroes come to feast
To taste the flesh not yet deceased
And all I know is still the beast is feeding.
And crawling... on the planet's face
Some insects called the human race
Lost in time, and lost in space
And meaning.
Rocky Horror goodness makes things better...
i'm sorry people are dumb.
planned prayerhood is just a random thought I had. Most of the subjects to my entries have little to do with the actual entry. The subject is often the beginning of a train of thought, and the diary entry is written towards the end of the train of thought.
sometimes i can't even remember how i got from one to the other.