Suffering from it all and living. I must say I feel betrayed and I'm not really surprised at all.
Becoming a part of the malicious thing that you were once a victim to while being completely blind to your hypocrisy makes me want to stab you in the throat.
I like to think I have a demented mind with the soul of a lover.
Spastic sparks of ideas are flowing right now.
I think I get my reality extremely confused with my fantasy, in a way that they can't be separated. I hope that's not bad. Sometimes it feels strange to think about it, but I really do think that my imagination has a hold on my logical mind. I love it. It is not to say my reality is boring ... well cause I live in a mixture of my imagination and reality. Safe/sane to do so? Oh yes.
You aren't judging me right? Not that I would care that you considered me beyond weird ... I would just imagine you away like the rest of them. Put in the land of my monster brethren.
I hope all new wave artists and thinkers have started out the way I have ... lost in their own head and loving it.
French mm mmm.
La mort jusqu'ici
Je suis en vie
A mort
