I'm gonna fight 'em off
A seven nation army couldn't hold me back
They're gonna rip it off
Taking their time right behind my back
And I'm talkin' to myself at night
Because I can't forget
Back and forth through my mind
Behind a cigarette

And the message comin' from my eyes
says 'leave it alone'...

Woke this morning with an insatiable urge to run around screaming insane gibberish at the top of my lungs, among other things. People wandered out of their rooms to watch the weirdo in The Crease, but when I got back to my room the urge was still there. It hasn't dropped off yet.

I feel maniacly good today.

Perhaps I'm deceiving myself, but I'm headed toward something huge, some pie-in-the-sky that I can barely conceive of.

More primal screaming is in store for Dortstein, I feel.

~Halcyondream~

last entry next entry