Saturday, January 08, 2005 // 1:54 AM

so other than you. the band they played guns and roses and i ran down from the top floor just to scream around at it. it is different, i swear it is different, once again i'm the solitary hype, the only one jumping out of my skin.

i just want the cheap thrills that come along with them, an arrangement like it used to be, seems to me like it was perfect.

there is such a crime, to be so nice as to be uninteresting. a crime in my books anyway, a crime the way non-participation is a crime, i am not in love with people the way you are. im still thinking about him, trying to picture what kind of scenario you might be in right now. think of me darling, promise me that i'l be on your mind. all this stupidity and a second generation of regard, tell me where we shall draw a line and finally follow it.

do you ever feel like there is something inside of you that you need to destroy.