Tuesday, February 11, 2003
if anyone has a vitamin or a synthetic drug or a mantra or a facial masque that can keep me from thinking every important thing to death, he or she would be doing me a great service by leaving it on my doorstep. common sense tells us that it's no fun having nice things if you're constantly worried you might lose them, but common sense is sometimes to my brain pan as string theory is to jack russell terriers.
i remember mishearing a song lyric once as, "it takes a lot of love to keep this heart from freaking out," and thinking, that's it. that's perfect. there just isn't enough love in the world to keep me from freaking out.
oh, you pretty freak. maybe it's the road to change.
i remember mishearing a song lyric once as, "it takes a lot of love to keep this heart from freaking out," and thinking, that's it. that's perfect. there just isn't enough love in the world to keep me from freaking out.
oh, you pretty freak. maybe it's the road to change.
