The soul is cheap
Because it is exactly like yelling and screaming. Because its the exact same as you slapping me. Maybe its just because I'm jaded. Because I'm not crazy. Because if you think your crazy your probably not, the real crazy's never think that their insane. Because we all have to learn how to entertain a thought without excepting it. Because we all must learn to believe in the lies, a cardboard world with painted sky's.
there is blood on my finger tips. Am I still taking the glass out of my hair?
I think so. And I am so sorry that I can't be fixed for you. I'm sorry that I can't fix all of this, wave it all away.
I'm sorry that I'm not...attractive, because of this. But you know what? I can't care. I honestly think that I am incapable of loving anyone. And that, right there, was not meant to make anyone feel bad. It's a mussing, its all a muse. My life and the random thoughts that run through my head. Right here for you to read. And if you don't like what you've read remember that you were the one that decided to read it, I didn't force you to do anything. You are the arbiter of you own destiny.
so, so-long and thanks for all the fish.

- posted by Catherine @ 6/12/2004 11:05:00 PM