Wednesday, February 06, 2008
i love clouds. aren't they fascinating? the way they are. as the wind blows, they change. into dogs, into circles, into fluffs that i dont know what they look like. when the season changes, they turn mouldy. like black, dark clouds. and they cry, big drops, small drops, medium drops. that's the sadest moment for clouds. it's like theyre disintegrating or something. but i still love clouds. big fluffy white things. just like a sheep. white fluffy things.
drink coffee, drink tea, drink beer, drink rum, drink gin.
youre like somewhere over the rainbow, somewhere on the moon, just somewhere i know.
pod. that thing. do that thing, and i'll press your button. you'll die of laughter.
yj yj yj yj yj yj, you know what i want to say the best. and you just know it. even though if you think you dont, but i know you know. so i wont say it. yj yj yj yj yj yj yj. this is formally the password to the secret secret.
aye, i dont know what i'm talking abt already.
hug that thing, hug the other thing, and i'll hug this thing.
my heart is on fire. and i cant seem to stop it, stop writing.