Go figure...
08/11/2006 08:09 a.m.
Ok 3:58 am, you get up and quickly send secret messages to the counterpart in your head, on waves of electricity. Hoping the enemy does not catch you.
Realizing you live in Liberty township with a smirk, as there is no liberty here.....none at all. You consider then, exactly what is in a name? Nothing....nothing at all. Only things in a name are letters, small black squirmy lines that move through your mind to make you see what another is trying to say. Even when they can't find the thoughts themselves. Then you switch back to consider that when the lines start to move around too much chances are they will make you mad. The squirmy black lines swim upstream to the banks of your mind, grab onto the dry land of your subconscious and take root, then grow. The start of a horrible forest, populated by creatures so frightening you run from them at every turn and hope they do not catch you. So you build a boat of sanity, created of course with more black squirmy lines (thought/word) hop(e) inside and take the same river. Only this time yo fight to go back upstream, back to sanity. Which of course lies (pun intended) somewhere in your heart.
My gorgeous Island, where you live.

I am currently Blue
I am listening to click clack click clack