My Blog

A blabberfest of run-on emotions and exaggerations whispers of doubt and shouts of twentysomethings angst of thanks of unrequited regrets dreams and more, more dharma more spazz more jazz more of the stark ugly thoughts of the half truths and starry wide wants, of feeling and touch, of nothing at all. Of me.

Sunday, July 27, 2003

Doubtful

Seems nice, huh? Yeah. So what's up? I don't know. Should I would I will I? Who? Me? What's all this? Maybe possibly could be hmm. Yes. No. Sure.

Pack-aged

I'm all packed and ready to go, Forward, onward, let's go It's the same destination The same way, it's the same how Trust me, hon, it's just better this way Cause I got nowhere to go