man

wont you tell me what youre thinking of.

would you be an outlaw for my love?

if it's so, then let me know.

if it's no, then i can go...

i wont make youuuuuu-ou-ou.

still shakes me at my CORE

holy fuck.

why

do i only post every so often

i don't know. i'd like to collect thoughts here.

they seem strange to you

but fuck it

and fuck you

still

yes still no one.

google, you're looking rather public these days.

i think you'll grow.

no one.

i've yet to tell a soul this is even here. i think it's funny.

so funny.

day

yes, another day.

where am i going though?

it seems so routine.

it seems so dull.

my life is perceived by what other people have viewed as right.

but what's so right?

it's running a life of an ant.

just working for tomorrow.

a busy body.

i'm tired of that.

i want real moments.

i want you to be you

i want me to be me.

this

is a post