@m July 30/04 Journalling

Mixed and messed as the drugs in Rolling Stones
Burnt, Fried to a crisp, left for the dogs.
The exact same feelings everyday, as if clones,
Searching for the answers.

Groping the orange by its sound not too far off.
Looking deeper at characteristics that dont exist.
Untouchable germ of the mouth such as a cough,
Surrounded, and attatched.

Inexperienced for what buttons to press to make life work,
False change from one day to another.
Assholes you know will all turn out as jerks.
So what the hells the point?