Saturday, June 12, 2004
at the end of summer, I am expected to see some sort of a lotus blooming layers after layers of white petals into the night.
there are times I tell my self AT LEAST TRY to be mature for a moment and ingore some of people who abuses their emotions and/or talks way too much.
and there are times I wished I had slapped back
Poet says with her maggots at 10:37 PM
Wednesday, June 09, 2004
if it's normal time, I would've think of something to say. these days are helluva mess.
but I went to sculpture lab for 8 hours instead, breathe in and out countless house paint vapor and stared at this fatty called ____'s
hideous face.
it was bad
and the long long grade talk
Poet says with her maggots at 6:30 PM
Sunday, June 06, 2004
its a warm night, too warm that I got a bit anxious in my sleep.
then I don't know what did you feed me during that time, all those blurry memories are completely forgotten when I woke up.
Poet says with her maggots at 3:50 PM
