who i am

it is a dream rushing pulling devouring the very meaning of life that is existence. forcing away pushing hurting destroying things that all seem real without ever grasping the functinality of what is real and surreal. creature given to habit, creatures lost to the world as it consumes the world and its everthing, lost to the neverending. we are nothing and everything in between, we must understand, feel the reprecussions that bind human relativeity to one another…sometimes it makes all kinds of great sense then sometiems you are left thinking what the fuck happened. chaos is nature’s most simplistic way and someday i think others will understand

it’s hard to make people believe who you are, but they always believe whatever they want to believe. WELL I AM WOMAN – hear me ROAR, GRRR, ARRRGH

yeah whatever tired of the world clinging to horroscopes because they’ve read the scopes wrong for centuries. get the facts in line. the egyptians did it right….

attraction what fuels the flame what makes the fire what puts it out?  these things that overcome all obsticles that come your way. you ar ewho you are and you do what you have to do it.

me i’m so clueless, but it’s hard growing up with an older brother and uncles, they poked and proded and made me pee on myself once but i warned him…???

well i make no sense ever nor when i ever try to make it so….but sometimes we all want things that we don’t know why?