Run rabbit, run.
I think 100% of my problem is that I can’t seen to keep my mouth shut. Thoughts made up of pictures that turn to words that I should keep to myself, but I don’t. They’re repeated over and over until they no longer have any meaning. I say the same things over and over to the same people and it goes on and on to the point of nausea. I would give anything for more detachment I...
Fox's Dream Of The Log Flume
Provisionally I, practically alive Mistook sign for signified And so since I’ve often cried To run them off a cliff like Gadarene swine Inside my wardrobe seem anchor bent, wondering whether we were somewhat better than or maybe just better able to pretend and what better means to our inevitable end? you know, I don’t know if I know though some, with certainty insist no certainty exists!...