ugly beatle and Chihuly blown glass.
I believe what Uta says but I don't know if I am too inexpereienced to truly wear these words.
only in your soul. project differently.
I can breathe without choking. it's kinda nice.
thus far. thus far. thus far. thus far.
that could all change tommorrow. or within the next thirty seconds. more likely tommorrow. ha. that feeling makes my soul stagger to the wastebasket with nauseated anticipation of failure.
but right now. it might be okay.
hunger. hunger. really damn hungry. don't deprive me anymore.
ill towards observation anymore. I want to do. be a verb rather than a noun.
true love.
