||[Nov. 7th, 2004|03:58 pm]
|[||Me Right Now:
|||||Lacuna Coil - Heaven's a Lie||]|
Ugly blowfly on the wall,
do you even think at all?
Twitching on the window pane,
I will squish your tiny brain.
I wonder if you have a soul,
or a God that you extol.
Will you be reborn again,
as a rich American?
Ugly blowfly you are still,
lying on my window sill.
It's a shame that you are dead,
I didn't get to squash your head.
Well. Not quite an English essay, but i'm writing...
Starting to think about starting writing.
Procrastinating about starting to think about starting writing.
Thinking is productive. Am I thinking? I think so. I think i'm thinking.
Argh. Everything is so confusing today.
I did actually do some drawing last night. I was up until about 2am. It felt good, although it didn't look good. I'm satisfied with that.
Work. Work. Work. Bah.