I can't lift you up because my mind is tired,
It's family beaches that I desire,
That sacred night where we watched the fireworks,
They frightened the babies, and you know
They've got two flashing eyes..
And if they are color blind, they make me feel
That you're only what I see sometimes .
Me.
My goal is just to let it flow through me. Do you know what I mean? It's like there's all these emotions and ideas and they come quick and they change and they leave and they come back in a different form and I think we're all taught we should be constant, you know? You love someone - that's it, forever. You choose to do something with your life - that's it, forever. That's what you do. It's a sign of maturity to stick with that and see things through. And my feeling is that's how you die: you stop listening to what's true and what's true is constantly changing, you know?
I don't like talking about my job.
I eat a lot.
TRUTH: I'm terrified of 2012 AD.
TRUTH: An ongoing goal in my life is to bewilder my prefrontal cortex, flabbergast my auditory cortex, impress my hippocampus, and galvanize my amygada, insula, and nucleus accumbens.
Concurrently, constantly.
Blogs.
rockyy raccoonnn
