Current music: It's Summer Time - The Flaming Lips
I came back from Boston last night and watched "Eye Of The Beholder." What the fuck? C-. Then I wrote some shitty poetry:
"Toy"
go grab a dictionary
and degine the thign you call me
big words are impressive
so long as theydon't have meaning
If I could rape myself
if i could hurt myself
i could express myself
so sing with me
mature with me
leave me be
my confusion is ecstasy
A little boy
a little toy
real toys don't bleed
It's about a dream I had.
"you know it'd be tragic if those evil robots win"