Sunday, November 28

of dreams

dreams are just weird. the people in them. the things done. it's a merry-go-round of weirdness and the ride doesn't stop till you wake up.

i hope that i'll forget last night's. or at least have it not be remembered so vividly. it's troubling.

"if i was stronger then i would tell you no
if i was stronger then i would leave this show
if i was stronger then i would up and go
but here i am and here we go again"

Saturday, November 27

reminder to myself

dear self,

if you think you've got it bad, imagine being lost at sea for 50 days. surviving on puddles of rainwater, raw fish and bird.

what you're going through is peanuts. pi-nads!

happy 27.11.2010!

"Have you ever thought about what protects our hearts?
just a cage of rib bones and other various parts
so it's fairly simple to cut right through the mess
and to stop the muscle that makes us confess"