Sep 26, 2004 13:30
today. yesterday. tomorrow.
i do not believe in God.
i have found that i do not need a god.
i do not oppose or ridicule those who believe otherwise.
it is officially fall.
the air is so calm and beautiful.
and the scent, like these drugs, comfort me.
i fear creating a monster
out of what started as a masterpiece.
im going for a walk
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He once cut one of my nightmares out of paper
I thought it was beautiful I put it on a record cover
I tried to tell him he had a sense
Of color and composition so magnificent
He said thank you please
But your flattery
Is truly not becoming me
Your eyes are poor you're blind you see
No beauty could have come from me
I'm a waste
Heh, the monster to nightmare just reminded me of that. One of my favorite verses by the ever lovely Bright Eyes
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