12:05 a.m. - 09.21.03 - mnytime
i guess i just got sad and on the way home the sky look plastered on like a tampered picture and i started not to believe anything like why do all these things make life and it used to be about the rising sun and the setting moon and the stars making stories like the big dipper. who judges quality of life. i cant seem to figure out what i'm waiting for. i'm thirsty.
i'll never get away from his feelings inside me. and perhaps its because they're so far away that i want them so badly. if i could just change the speed of my intellect.
money is money. time is time.
before or after
