only because i'm being bullied about it:

siren's mirror cries each night
the world won't stop existing when she dies

count all the things you can't do
lucky you
[think of all the things you can't do]
you couldn't even if you wanted to

as people who don't see it every day
always say
but i don't like palm trees and blue sky

surrounded by
unblinking eyes
everyone is dead but you
no one is real but you
???

trying to fiiiiiiind
a chorus liiiiiine

come play my ..mind

seeing i don't feel like you
it doesn't matter what i do

unpuppet.com's been down for a while now for no other reason than i was too lazy to set it all up again after it was accidentally deleted and for a while i questioned even bothering because i'd lost interest but now i have put it up again and it's back and yay [but oh some email forms may not work because i've yet to find a script that works with windows2000] i doubt i'll be putting anything new up for a while though i've grown less than me lately and i'll be busy with imbri.com [which isn't up yet] oh..

(psst..hey basement. i'm writing in your journal. whatchya got to say now hm? whatchya gonna do?! *peeks to see what he won* kisses ~ amievil :P)

i really just want to throw this away.

wondering wondering wondering and wondering
(as usual)
the only time i do stuff is when i'm waiting for what i'm doing to happen
?? yeah
i do feel free
and armoured in many ways
daze
grey walls looking over me
everyone in my spot but me !!!
feet full of ? rocks? glass?
i certainly enjoy being full of things it seems
or filling others up with things
filling anything up!
i like to be filled
fulfilled ..filled full of fulfillment
can't remember what fill means
how many times have the words 'why can't something go right for a change?' been said?
by me? i don't think i've ever said those words
doesn't seem like something i would say
(yes i'm waiting for something else i'm doing to happen.. the only reason i'm doing this. but that something is about to happen and i don't really want it to because then i'll have to stop doing this. why will i have to, you ask? i won't have to.. but i'll stop anyway. lately my most desired pastime seems to be staring sideways at the floor next to the bed).
i wish the things that aren't supposed to be hard and aren't EVEN hard.. weren't so hard.. for me
now that what i was waiting to do i've done.. i'll stop doing this.
[every second is secretly a trillion years]