Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Just sit down and draw and scribble.
I think I have too much poison shot up my brains.
Diaries and toy and altered books and models.
Washing powder. Hmm.
Too restless.
It's more of worrying than anything else. But why? I don't get it.
Bounce.
Swing when you're singing.
robbie williams ~ singing for the lonely
3:27:00 AM;
