Sunday, May 09, 2004

I am delirious.

"Are you real?"

she asked.

I enjoy talking in a third person. Maybe if i do it often enough, i will end up being a schizo. That question, was never answered. Just like my question about the moon and plus a million others, left unanswered. I have said goodbye a gazillion, jazillion times (I know jazillion is not a word...or is it? surprise me). Why am i still here? In this little girl's plastic human suit. It is all wrong. I am still not close enough to where i am suppose to be. I think i fractured this girl's finger. It feels weird when i move it. Can you drive me to that place? I promise to give you money. Money makes the world go round. Love makes the world go fucking. No wait...love and money makes the whole world go around fucking. I wonder who first claimed that fuck is a bad word. I am officially a homophobic. Let's celebrate. I'm normal. I killed alot of ants lately. Will they in turn kill me in my life after death? retribution. When will you get it? Why do i always suffer from it. A new mole just appeared on my face. I thought it was dirt. How does a mole grows? Do you constantly feel the urge to fall off a cliff? I do. I do wish to see a shooting star. Guns are sexy. You are not goth, so stop trying. It is rather annoying. She has ulcers. I just popped one of them. Oh you're not a sadist either. Stop trying that too. Uma Thurman has ugly feet and a huge toe. I want to master the art of kungfoo fighting. I want to be Beckham's mistress too. Let's stop this shenanigan. Just hold my hand and promise me no tears.
ladollyvita at 7:27 PM