Untitledby lastcigarette on February 3rd 2004, 12:00AMin swimming pools carved by natures hand the water swirls beyond our comprehension providing an obligation of pretension from mostRead 29 comments
are you on?
getting kinda hard to keep up with.
what are you saying yes to?
i like thinking a lot more than forcing words out of my mouth.
i like the silence of writing. or the little clicks of the keyboard. some days i'll spend not talking at all
the fucking grass is never green
it's probably because all i ever talk about is how much i want to do everything.
it's a shame people can't fly.
thought that went smoothly enough.
but i'm not so sure fickle is worthy of such an honor... there are so many other words to manipulate.
um... goddessrandi@hotmail?
thats me.
a little less of that
who could tell?
i don't remember anymore.
i fucking hate when that happens.
words are fickle like that.
but you made me laugh. so thank you.
adjkf;je aenr
eh. nothing i can think of at the moment.
do you have a name?
he turned out to be an asshole, but i wanted him so badly.
anyways, he almost had me. and now i want to do all those things he wanted to do. but with someone else.