describe to me your self mualation in a perspective that only i can recall in a dream of insane unjugedment. in a court room of lies and the smell of decay. to you im just a image of peratiy and sweetness that only a flower can produce. but it is all a lie? we will see in time. there comes a time where you hate yourself for just being you it would be fine if you were not a deranged artist with a education of a 5 year old and a lack of social skills do to the fact that you cant hold a educational confersation with anymore not even a jackass on staryords because he knows more then you do about the intelagent life edit: so im quite bored at the moment william should be calling me in about an hour which is good because i love talking to him one the phone for some reason its better that way. we talk more. anyways i think i should get off line right know for my oh so lovely sister can use the phone oh what joys of having dial up i should be geting dsl shortly. oh yeah i made a new background picture in calls today so keep you eye out for it in a couple of days because it still has work to be done on it. well i will love to write more but im busy and with art and studying and work i will be busy more often. -lovers and fellow encounters i dance for thee in diffrent colored socks with monkeys at a tea party.