-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

i'm eating your heart with a fork and a sprinkle of salt.

but, isn't that what we need sometimes, a little black to make our whites not so bright. too much light is blinding. duh.
so, i shot it out there, in every hope to make you bleed. and now im bleeding. coincidence? no, i had the barrell facing the wrong way. duh.
and now, im sleeping. of course, i always sleep after an early morning filled with phone calls and people walking in and out of an open door. (that was open in the first place to make it a little warmer.) it didn't work. it never works. duh.
your probably wondering what this is all about. right? no, im probably wrong. i'm always wrong. ask anyone. duh.
im bitter. and burned. and now, im bleeding because i shot myself with a bullet that had your name on it. and my allergies are acting up. they always act up at this time of the year. duh.

4:47 p.m. - 2005-05-27

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------