Hello yesterday, Goodbye tomorrow. October 22, 2010 (9:42am)

Pulling my fucking hair; drawing my angst; spiking my inability to put words against emotion; still my mind motions against a body without an ocean or landing...flattened. Rocking back and toward the other (continue) stop...it never does, like dust and fuzz; which is the culprit? I imagine life being something simple, cruel, and happy...without the perception and involving mostly the thing that deceives that rhymes with...why is pizza better when you know its going to love your mouth, but a home isn't yours until its a house but home is where my smarts are and its parked behind my my car that runs on guilt...666 MPG, sorry the above is the insurance in my glove-box, afraid of salvation...this weak interpretation of what is below (me)., Blinded only to hear what everyone else doesn't shut the fuck up about; I'm not a body of, I'm yours...of course. Vows aren't what you think. Eye to eye only when you sink. Feet cut by some of it; if not because, then because its easy to hurt when you're looking down while being looked down upon...once, princess.