blujazzmunki

Coffee, feed me coffee. Coffee seems to be my comfort blanket at the moment, seeing as I can't find anyone to snuggle with. I think my mind is going to warp soon, all this gender talk is making me feel different, and I keep asking questions looking for some answers.
Plus why don't I speak when they smile?
Plus why do I feel that pretty girls really do make graves? If they're going to dig my grave, I'm going to have fall in love with my gravedigger and hope she feels the same, either that or find a necromancer who might just fall in love with me. See Miss I can use the word necromancer in so many conotations, and I wonder why you're looking at me strangely.



oh yeah go see this http://www.dot-alt.co.uk my friend made this....my only friend on friendster

I suddenly wanna dance?
Oh yeah who wants a diamond ring?
Coffee makes me type with the beat, and damn I'm listening to squarepusher....tranquilsers please.


If anyone can make anysense of this mayhem, and can understand just what exactally is going on in my head you obviously have a PHD.



Now I'll finish, ladies and gentlemen, good noon-ish