Monday, November 11, 2002

Attitude: finally done with this STUPID paper. Thanks for the help #5

"Listen to my words because you'll only hear them once. Understand and contemplate on my writings because they mean but thousands of meanings upon senseless ways that we all see what each other would want to see, but only think of things and ways and meanings that only mean but the opposite. The caress of touch over brisk under breaths of bumps that look further than just plain gooses. wrapped up in a blanket of warmth, my body lies by a meaningful object. the full of stars in the endless night, the moon captivating yet another memoir, another chance to make events truthful, honest, and...romantic. sentences of history, paragraphs of rambling on about almost nothing, just the sound of giggle, the cries of not tears, but of stories that make the fogged up ways of vision a clear path to happiness. the green dome of life vanishes away from sight and appears again as an eating frenzy of food. the attraction of rules whispers away as a transparent dream. the images that seam through runs straight into a horse. the pain, the feeling of agony of defeat, yet not defeated, but moved on to another era. joy. another feeling of what has been sent to me by an unknown force. can i be so lucky? can i be as unlucky? can it be fate? can destiny find a way to make my living days worth living. am i not ready to go? accepting the great couragous ailments of hunger given by noise of signs. be gone such an event to open towards anew."