Every word you say is like an arrow piercing through what remainder of human flesh I have.

I have to write Stac. I have to write a few people perhaps.

Ilustrator has been open for 2 days. There's one piece sitting there looking at me: glaring really, it's laughing. "You suck!" Work is beyond me at this point. *bangs head on wall*

"So there's problems in your life
That's fucked up, and I'm not blind
I'm just see through faded, super jaded
And out of my mind

Do what you wanna do
Go out and seek your truth
When I'm down and blue
Rather be me than you" ~ Alice In Chains - Heaven Beside You

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Evening. The lights on the street flickered as the moon made its appearance somewhere up above. I was standing there, rooted on the spot, not sure why, staring down the street. I saw the caf� to my right and the cars parked in front of it. Must have been a Friday or Saturday night. The place was packed and there was no parking space. He rode up on a black shiny bike, and nimbly dismounted, and took off his helmet. Could he have done that more sexily? Goddamn. I stared. My gaze didn't wander from him and he smiled at me with that naughty neat smile that I love so much. That grin made me smile and I walked across the road to meet him.

Fade.
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That sounded like some really cheesyass romance novel. Yuck I hate those! It's really part of a dream. Nothing juicy happened. Darn. It was beautiful though. I like to see city streets at night, and with the addition of rain or a wet road, it's most appealing. Hmm anyways. Something about aura of a dream...



I smell good! Cool Water is so very yummy. Nigel said I smell good all the time (even if I marinate in salt for 2 days). Uhhm. Ok.