boys and their hair
2002-10-28 ~ 4:38 a.m.

you pay how much for a hair cut??

i took the little blue pill...maybe i should have gone with red?

cause nothing is happening. i am a little chilly...yes, it shows. but that is all.

went to bed and laid there, watching the fan spin...thinking about things...

i do want to say...and i just might put this on the quote page..."what color are your underwear?"

*cackle*

i am a little worried about today...this week. there seems to be so much to do, so much i want to do.

i would not be bummed if, in fact, my phone did ring...actually, i might enjoy pushing a few buttons of my own.

once again, how far can i go? how low can i take it all...down to the depths, streaming current of a subterranean mind living with fossils or falling right in to the swift tide moving fast out and out to some distant point at sea.

whatever shall become of us all?

we dance skirt short on all issues turning dizzy with yearning and suddenly it all makes sense now...

the smoke lingers in the room, catching random breezes and moving slowly...

there is an odd sort of respect for all the players on the field, so long as they all know their position.

that is my only problem with it all, actually. people get all fucked up in their ideas of positions. because at some point, the hurt is profound enough to make little else relevant.

so just tell me what position i am playing and don't forget the pat on the ass.

i have the eerie premonition that there is going to be a "holy motherfucking shit...what was that?" entry this week... hmmm

this could be interesting...quite interesting. i have an email to send.

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