Sunday, June 17th, 2001 | 22:00
I'm feeling strangely (alone).

Surround myself with wordsthat I think of banana fruit bat base ball wood coke snort boy friend lye lie lay good night nought just fuck off it's just easier. Beam me up. There is no one in my house. Save the cat. My mind will sit. I'm afraid of the dark. I'm afraid of alone. My movie film memories fill young child terror fantasies. Every thing for every onehas just gone. I am distracted and bored (with life).


I just thought of something.

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