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"

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"