Monday, May 25, 2009

scandal mongers, sequins and slush

never before have i been baffled in bosworth. i still havent! lightning strikes deadly as thunders rolls on, i hear the buzz of new music, free and without pretense, from parts of the world i can only hope i will one day see. a long road lies ahead, yet the end is in sight. when it's over, it's like i didnt walk it at all. when it's over, i dont remember anything. i miss being home, though i dont remember it. i cherish memories i cant access. a fount of numbness is always at hand, to slake the thirst for something to feel. can we get this over with? i want to move to the next level. i want to move. i want lots of motion.

i want to go faster. time should speed up, and as it is relative, there should be a way to overclock it. ha HA!

are we finished here?