metalmarna

Every negative force in the system of the universe is infiltrating my waking life . . .

. . . I cannot sleep without tears flowing constantly down my withered cheeks, even though he's there holding me.

I think it happened when I realized she was never going to go away - just a reoccuring nightmare that comes to visit me when her presence is near.

I'd like to confront her - whisk her away with me in some crazy adventure down the street, in a crowded corporate confinement, over some rice and roots and peanut sauce.

I find it amusing at times, regardless of my breaking heart, this game of hide and seek we play.

Our fears must be confronted once and for all . . . our friends and enemies count on the back and forth of words between us finally.

We will meet ONE day.

And then you will see - I'm just like you . . . .

Then finally maybe I can be at peace.

And you. Maybe?

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(In other news)

. . . I left this picture out from the great 'Rock n' Roll' photo SHOOT!

It's my favorite one.

Here it is for all of you pretty, pretty eyes to see:




"YOUR LOVE IS LIKE BAAAAD MEDICINE . . . AND BAD MEDICINE IS ALL I NEED . . ."