Enough fire and brimstone! Love is beautiful though it hurts. And we all know, especially those that went throught a phrase in 80's rock, love hurts.

I've been thinking about what to blog about next, why not growing up. Not in the sense of learning to be an adult, but rather what it means to be a child. I'm high, which si quite usual so indulge me. If my posts have been a bit more rapid since my previous block of not writing forgive me, i have a great emptiness about me with a lot of things to say and no one to say them to.

Lets start off with some things that i'd like to say to my dear and dearest of readers. Firstly if you're hoping to see some of my poetry it wont appear for a very long time because i hate writing poetry, i've written too much melodramatic stuff that sets my skin crawling.

Also i write fro an audience so please post comment and tell me what you think of my writing, i'd like to improve.

Finally i'm listening to Neon Nothingness, an album that tears me up to the soul, and makes me feel like jumping off a building because its just too tragic, i'd like an escape kelly's playign now so i'd say drugs are not my thing, however in BMT i might try that bitter-sweet cough syrup.

Bitter Sweet, Ah! The taste of life.

I had a conversation today with Jiaman today what smiles it brought to my eyes, if you havent noticed, people smile with their eyes when they mean it, You'd think its showing the pearly whites, however, you're mistaken. Thats for people who are hungry and want to eat you up, the eyes are so much more, expressive and what else.

We talked about many things hopes, well not that many, she has a boyfriend now and time would not allow us to talk of many things like i'd hope. However we did talk somewhat.

She said she used to like me. Haha what a smile that brings. Shes right though, everyone used to like me.i used to be the baby everyone doted over loved so much, i used to be good, and kind. I'd fall asleep and not give any of the usual problems babys do.

I'd give my last 5 dollars to buy tau hui, for popo Nancy, god keep her safer than he's kept me, and godma and her family, i used to be the favourite. Maybe i still am but i highly doubt it. 205 saw to that.

We talked about our hopes and fears, dreams and a lost childhoold we shared together. At this point i'm sorry to say i feel like mojo jojo. The monkey who has a compulsion to reiterate everything he says.

I'm also afraid that any witticisms that i might have had are somewhat gone due to my inebriated state, apparently somewhere in amish country.