And the fact that hes a ghost leaves me feeling the inside of my t shirt as a pendulum would its glass box.
I trust so my thoughts can occupy more space. Terry told me that when i was 12 i was a fierce thing to behold. She asks me, she longs at me, where did it go? Some one seeing the timeline has got me looking back.
You all really dont know what happened in sixth grade. I make it so fuzzy and lie about it. But that's how it should be i never want to include it in my information you know. I don't want all my friends with their broken garden tools and different setts of day to day changing values to take that pane of glass and decide if its stained or not and if to move it into the church. I was a fierce creature. more like it because of Rapa. we all had this deluded vision of what was bestowed inside the rapa walls. Well it was really Styrofoam but see thats just it Styrofoam! there is nothing more spectacular that could be within those walls. Styrofoam! im guessing you dont understand the significance Styrofoam...well there is none. Its a man made manufactured crappy ass building material. Its pure shit when it comes to supporting a structure. its pue shit. thats it pure shit was in those walls(we could make anything out of it) you prolly still dont get it but i dont care. We were all spinning with hope like it was a drugg. Hope sounds to me like something that fades. i hate that hope is nothing i want to have i want belief not hope. hoping?
Well we had hope that led to a belief that life was unlimited. Then we all got beaten down by some poor souls who flood their minds with concrete and not styrofoam. It didnt shimmer for me like it used to. But now i know how to make it because i understand and know the path ive taken in regards to how i look at things and what i can make with each look.