i smell like a hobo end of story. the street.Enter Harold in doctor's costume,staggering."now i can't stop the monster I've created." edit: i have desided to write a book on the side of going mort art.i like being busy its so exciteing im just wait to pee my pants theres somthing about tonight the smell of eggs and bakein coming from the kichen that gave me the thought when i got up from my nap that is was morning but then relise from the lack of light out side that is was still the same old wasted day. the lights from the poles out side that light up a little area of sidewalk makes you image it was a spot light just calling you to go out and dance your heart out. the sound of the postal service is bagin me to just move my feet and take off. :YOU SEEM SO OUT OF CONTEXT IN THIS GAUDY APARTMENT COMPLEX: it is so true if i feel traped the walls are caving in and its taking me in with it.its like a cage that keeps geting small with every move and breath i talk. they door has despared for the time being and will reopen but will only let me out for a while then i calls back and take over me which makes me return to this life i dont want.i feel changed down and i cant excape even if im deturmend and now its my time to leave.they are all strangers to me not one of them is real its all in my hand. IM READY TO BRAKE THROUHG THIS WALLS AND MARCH TO MEXCIO AND HAVE TEA PARTYS WITH MONKEYS IN THE RAIN FOREST. ware my bandge a vinage sticker with big block letter. inhart to your chest tells all your new friends im a vistor here im not permaint.