Wednesday, August 25, 2004
if travel, means searching, then I am going hunting
so will banish to freaky mountain for just a while, long or short enough to clear out my mind and maybe even develop a little fetish for that place.
and I have unrealistic fantasies for a brand new place, too. to be acurate, I actually fantasize about unknown every time before attending, well it often wrapped up with disappointment. whatever comes is good enough and will be appreciated. if life give you S-H-I-T you put them in your watermelon field and hope for some sweet juicy fruits.
the same slow night, our careless bodies
la la la la, la la la la, just like her
Poet says with her maggots at 10:26 PM
Monday, August 23, 2004
mainly, motivation was the source. but where did it go
more courage is strongly needed. there is no way to understand why summer used to be the favorite season of mine, the temperature drives me nuts, the people drives me nuts, the dry conversation drives me nuts, the inevitable future drives me nuts
the compare and contrast drives me nuts.
Poet says with her maggots at 7:45 PM
