I'm in no mood for pillow talk. Well stouf you know of this: YouTube - Mt Eden Dubstep - Still Alive I'm in no mood for pillow talk. Well stouf you know of this: YouTube - Mt Eden Dubstep - Still Alive
Lots of 40s At least it was now I am at work and not drunk I cannot remember the name of it though all I know was that they were 40s
So here I am sitting in my kitchen, the days have become a blur now. Honestly I don't know who I am anymore, or what is real anymore. My thoughts become imaginations which become delusions which are harder to fight as time goes by. I'm not sure if the people in this room are there or in my head. This room could be in my head... It's strange really, I say this as someone watches me type over my shoulder, that you can lose control. Oh thank you for that, sorry she just told me that perhaps I'm gaining control of reality. Not that she's there. She's just in my head. I'm still able to tell from time to time because, well, I'm weird. Those who live in my head are not ordinary people, no not by a long shot. It's one thing to be convinced that someone ordinary is there, but when she is killing angels in a seductive manner or blue and running across rooftops it is a hell of a lot easier to tell.
You know that annoying feeling when a blanket is too small for you, and no matter how you sit, lay or slouch there is always a part of your body it doesn't cover?