I think now of the Jack of Diamonds, yes that illustrious knave. Others may have their lofty Aces, suicide Kings, or black Queens, I prefer the taste of chaos myself. Ha, the Royals need sit lightly in such unscrupulous company.
Music and cigarettes. Amazing dreamscapes. Heroes, villains, Pyrrhic victories, epic defeats. None of you were ever good enough for my imagination. But living within my mind, I will paint a chef d'oeuvre. History will be the canvas, these tortured creatures the paint. My will can work with such.
Loud noises. Drinking. Smoking. Sleeping on the floor. Youth. Writing. Reading. Knowing. Traveling.
Laughing often within a sea of the mind. My thoughts turn to fire and burn themselves up. I am finding now that a fragmented mind leads to a fragmented myspace. But it's ok, I have excuses; they've stepped out the door to meet my ambitions on the way in.I think now of the Jack of Diamonds, yes that illustrious knave. Others may have their lofty Aces, suicide Kings, or black Queens, I prefer the taste of chaos myself. Ha, the Royals need sit lightly in such scrupulous company.
