Houston, we have uh oh.
My sugar on the asphalt is slowly licked by the ones around me who think they know better. My attitude does not deal with this meaningless speech. I am overcrowded by the unknown and have the ringing in my ears of jane doe. She can't speak the lyrics, but she still feels the beat. If you die, then what if you turn into the mind of another person, but not there body. You would control the thoughts but not the actions. Having someone else feed off of your power. Fuck that doesn't make any sense.
Pineapple juice and Jameson.
There is only a small opening in the trees and thats where my thoughts lead. Seeing those faces flash in the light is the only hope I have of knowing what is to come. However, the same faces keep showing up, and only bad news is to bear. Except one face does not show up, and that is my greatest triumph.
I'd rather listen to drum beats all day.
