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Saturday, April 08, 2006
Why is it that my dreams are scarier than my nightmares? I shall not even attempt to decipher, being the bum that I'm known to be. They're scaring the hingus out of me man! Do I really want to bleed and sweat for all that? Absolutely! But they're still scary like poltergeists. Really, no kidding. They're playing on loop right here in my head. All the time, everytime. Embedded in my skin, for they've existed from the early parts of my life. Probably born from my obsession with colours and pencils. I almost made my way there, halfway, then snap twist khrrrkpui I found myself in nursing. And I still can't figure out how and why. Eh why ah? ![]() ![]() ![]() Phantasmagoria. And just some places we want to go together. There's Japan too... but the pics are already in her blog, and i'm a bum. Okay i ask again. Eh why ah? fara // 17:17 |