7:43 p.m. - 2004-06-02
i really just dont know, prose.
the subject of women is bleak and some say they taste like a strange waste, im wasting my time and timing my wasted hours wish, oh oh just wishing i had the power to move, yeah thats right, get the hell up before someone has to mop you off the floor. war war war! with my vagina, war with my mind and war with all the antagonists in the story of my life. wife? did someone say wife? is it that time yet, am i still 7 years old dreaming of rollerskates or have i truly reached this age? am i that old? or should i say young? the prime of my time need not be wasted like this, on the floor.
