My place is a shambles. I began rearranging furniture and such... turns out my plan won't quite fit this damned hole. Curses. I am so frustrated. I find nothing more frustrating than planning something and then having it not work because of one stupid little inch here or there. Ugh.
Tonight I get trashed. Excitement. Horray.
The journal entry I wrote the other day was about absolutely nothing. There wasn't really a monkey. But they did tell me I should let the monkey out. Insanity? Perhaps.
I'm starving. Someone bring me grub. Please? I'll give you wings!
I believe theres a time and a place
To let your mind drift and get out of this place
I believe theres a day and a place
That we will go to, and I know you wanna share.
Theres no secret to living (theres no secret to living)
Just keep on walking
Theres no secret to dying (theres no secret to dying)
Just keep on flying.
Im gonna die in a place that dont know my name
Im gonna die in a space that dont hold my fame.
God knows youre lonely souls
God knows youre lonely souls.
I believe theres a time when the cord of life
Should be cut, my friends (cut the cord, my friend)
I believe theres a time when the cord can be cut
And this vision ends (let this vision end).
Etc.
Today is lame. But I have two different colourful socks. So that's neat at least.
Tonight I get trashed. Excitement. Horray.
The journal entry I wrote the other day was about absolutely nothing. There wasn't really a monkey. But they did tell me I should let the monkey out. Insanity? Perhaps.
I'm starving. Someone bring me grub. Please? I'll give you wings!
I believe theres a time and a place
To let your mind drift and get out of this place
I believe theres a day and a place
That we will go to, and I know you wanna share.
Theres no secret to living (theres no secret to living)
Just keep on walking
Theres no secret to dying (theres no secret to dying)
Just keep on flying.
Im gonna die in a place that dont know my name
Im gonna die in a space that dont hold my fame.
God knows youre lonely souls
God knows youre lonely souls.
I believe theres a time when the cord of life
Should be cut, my friends (cut the cord, my friend)
I believe theres a time when the cord can be cut
And this vision ends (let this vision end).
Etc.
Today is lame. But I have two different colourful socks. So that's neat at least.
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did you not know... furniture is mad aan inch to big for the average size of the gap it was suppossed to fit in... its a conspiracy... they do it to upset you..
clorful socks sounds good though