so how shall i put this one?? have i changed colors.. or it's just my true colors showin'. i feel great... maybe i'm even happy of what i'm doin'. should i i-don't-know-it. sometimes i wonder... is it my fear to know the true answers.. or am i bein' just lazy. maybe both. so let me ignore the ewww's n' the why-the-inferiority-complex shit.. it's actually shit anyway! n' i thought i was the only one who's scared.. maybe people are lot more scared than me.. they're even scared of changes.. but i know they'll accept them when it becomes a cliche.. poor them! you already have my condolences people!
- D'yer Mak'er
- “...drifting to the streets of no destination was my eternal passtime... n' then comes the moment of gettin' caught in the swamps of memory... followed by hurried motion of arms n' legs. suffocatin' in the depths of past again n' again. all of these had a custom of layin' myself down in the tracks of reality.. n' then' would come the train of life... tearin' n' shatterin' every part of me. to still carry myself all torn n' withered n' broken was undoubtedly the worst part.”
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