EPTWhat's the bird talking about ? Who is he talking to ? Could he be a baby bird in distress, left to himself, could his parents have been killed by my neighbor's cat ? Will other birds take care of him ? Can birds talk extra-species ? Can they hold a conversation ? Do they have the sort of empathy like feelings necessary to ask each other how their day went ? Why do they all sing differently and are all colored differently and so beautiful ? Looks to me as if birds are like that purely for our entertainment. Human's entertainment.
Fucking cat. I loved my cat, can't believe my mom gave it away after I left.
When I put my fingers between my toes like that it feels as if someone's holding my hand. It's really hard to insert my fingers between my toes. I have small toes, are they too small ? I have small feet. They're nice though, I like my feet. They're a little feminine though, because they're small. My toe nails are a bit long, I should cut them soon. My feet are flat, the bottom of my feet are flat. My grand-father once commented on that, he was amazed at how flat my feet are.
I'd love to touch Nicole's feet, they must be so delicate and beautiful. I'd suck on her toes and lick them up. I'd love to make out with her eye, kiss it, lick it, suck on it. Hold her hand.
My father's coming to see me on Sunday. What if he asks how I'm doing, should I lie ? What if he asks about how serious I am with my studies or what I plan to do ?
Will school even start at the end of the month or will the fucking student strike delay my studies even more... Fucking student loans.
I need clothes.
What's this is it the lightning bolts I heard the drug could cause or is it just something reflecting on my window ? There it is again.
Do I have to pay rent ? No. Still have food, ok so, tomorrow I'm gonna go get a refill on the pills, play Shootmania, browse forums and watch A Gentleman's Dignity. Maybe I'll watch two episodes, maybe just one and I'll finish the night listening to a Yale's online course on Psychology.
In my shoes, just to see, what it's like to be me
I'll be you, let's trade shoes, just to see what it would be like to
in your pain, you feel mine, go inside each other's mind
Just to see what we find, look at shit through each other's eyes.
Lately I've been hard to reach, I've been to long on my own
Everybody has a private world where they can be alone.
Are you calling me ? Are you trying to get through ?
Are you reaching out for me or am I reaching out for you ?
