existence, well what does it matter
i exist on the best terms i can
the past is now part of my future
the present is well out of hand
the present is well out of hand
heart and soul, one will burn
heart and soul, one will burn
one will burn, one will burn
heart and soul, one will burn
ahem.
14 June 2004 - 12:03 a.m.
I AM FINE NOW.
just goes to show there is no phantom bad mood that a little ebaying won't fix.
also: i want to start a band in the worst way. the problem with this is that i can't play any instruments [well] or write songs. but i can [sorta] sing. who wants in?