Subject bleh
DateCreated 5/11/2008 4:39:00 PM
PostedDate 5/11/2008 4:39:00 PM
Body I want fancy words to scrawl on my hand of a life not well lived ending in the middle with one unbearable pain and etc. etc., I feel myself begin to coagulate formed from a liquid viscous and stale into a rotten form, sickeningly pale saying, "look what I've become! like the moon only I drift unsteadily along! carry me! carry me! I forgot where I've begun!" And when returned, "I forgot where I was meant to go."