Friday, September 29, 2000

To know thyself, to jump out of an airplane... it makes you look pretty ugly.. form the planets to a telex, to a T... we are the victim, the faggot, the sheep... I'm not afraid of you, you're steamy green/blue and so sullen eyes that have such an empathetic animosity...losing power over thyself.. no one, how dare you. Valleys of egos and faultered flaunted lives.. know thyself, know I'm fucked.
Better twice than none.. she was looking at you. "What am I doing?"