In this cold dark solitude...
my eyes grow weary and long to shut tight...

This liquor tastes so good. i cAnt see
straight and my eyes are blood shot red from...

Your colors are beautiful.
Vibrant...

I feel sick..over and over again this
feeling seems to rush upon me...

I lay awake; my mind drifting in and out from
reality to dreams and back again...

March 27, 2005
Who says that I can't make up my mind...