March 17th, 2006

stream

Sadly I relized i have no green to wear.

The world is not what i want but it will do till something better comes along.

Hmm does identity matter when there is no one to share that identity with.

My heart is that of an irish poet. Drunk, florid, and melancoly.

Am I the only one who can still feel embarrased at things he did when 11?

Am I priest? Is that why you dont believe me?

well all things concidered it is not so bad. That phrase gets me through the day.

Yes actually, I am a bastard.

I am not who I think I am.

oh well enough being cryptic.