Wednesday, August 01, 2007

curiosity killed the cat.

im guessing presidents live veryvery troubled lives.

on my way to schl the other morning i suddenly wondered what a morning for an acclaimed musician would be like, and how theyd feel when they get up in the morning.

and i just received an sms
which didnt say much.
but i want to change my pencil box because suddenly the whole world, one beach, and three coconut trees have it too.

sometimes things throb at the edge of consciousness and when im happy enough, my defense mechanisms work very well. but id like to remember all my notes though, they could fill up my entire psyche for all i care(for now). that would be very nice (:

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

<< Home