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]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/28498970/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/28498970/ Sat, 21 Nov 2009 23:17:11 PST
Things fall into place so easily for me, I don't understand. Me, of all people. I don't even try, I don't even care.

Why does matter exist at all? Or this playground of empty nothing? For fucks sake, it doesn't make sense. I want a small life, happy, even if ignorance is required. I succeed at anything I don't care about, and anything I care about fails.

]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/27914766/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/27914766/ Thu, 22 Oct 2009 22:12:32 PDT
I am worried that the right time will be the wrong place, I am worried there will be no one left for me to beg for forgiveness. I am afraid that both of me will one day agree on a solution, and i'll follow through.

A bad place.

It'll pass, all I need is a bit more sedation.

]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/27863593/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/27863593/ Mon, 19 Oct 2009 21:56:29 PDT
]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/27607177/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/27607177/ Mon, 05 Oct 2009 22:41:24 PDT I stand and watch.

just beyond the street lamp glow,
sound silenced by the steady buzz.

That's me. Watching.

It's pouring, but I am not wet.

]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/26639936/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/26639936/ Sun, 16 Aug 2009 23:26:06 PDT
]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/26077201/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/26077201/ Mon, 20 Jul 2009 23:13:13 PDT
consumed

is my word of the day

by

heat
people
things
ideas
beliefs

i set sail for home
every afternoon.

drowning in this air,
i feel as if the day has devoured me,
consumed me,
every last part.

back in time to lay down,
to wake up,
to start again.

]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/25443669/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/25443669/ Sat, 20 Jun 2009 22:23:07 PDT things will happen that I cannot control
things will happen that I cannot control
things will happen that I cannot control
things will happen that I cannot control

it's my job to find answers
but there are still so many questions for myself

i remind myself i cannot control these things
i look in the mirror and pretend i don't feel anything

Try to see the world through a different light, everyday.

]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/24659787/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/24659787/ Fri, 08 May 2009 21:47:02 PDT
And then I have these moments, like now. Moments in which I question my choices; myself. Does this help me? Do I have the focus, the patience, the strength to be what others fail to be? I've broke some rules recently, but I learned from my weakness.

Even now, there is so much to overcome, so much to fight. I feel the desire to quit whispering in my ear, reminding me that there's nothing in it for me. That there is no goal or finish for what I have chosen, just a journey.

They ask, why do you do this? The answer is simple. Because no one else will.

]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/24314991/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/24314991/ Sat, 18 Apr 2009 20:37:58 PDT recognition.
pause, shortness of breath,
suspense.
but never ever,
ever.

mistaken.
tricked by my hope,
silly feelings.

mistaken.




do you ever think,
what life would be,
where you would go,
after you die?


]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/23651219/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/23651219/ Wed, 11 Mar 2009 20:45:16 PDT flying without wings
dear father

sacrifice
never for yourself
everyone

remember
everything you did
forever

]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/23261093/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/23261093/ Tue, 17 Feb 2009 20:05:45 PST
I wrote it down just like before. Reading back through my notepads I find what I've always found; no change. I am trying different things--I try everything. Tonight could have been bad, very bad. Things were close but I can't imagine myself somewhere different, someone different.

I get to sleep now--finally after three days. I've been dreaming of dreaming, laying down and passing through into the infinite infinite. Time alone with my own consciousness; allowed to piece things together.

]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/23181284/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/23181284/ Fri, 13 Feb 2009 19:09:40 PST streetlights screaming loud but everything beyond whispers faded; unseen.
I can hear the colour of her shirt before I

I meet her again, and others
can't believe we're here, but we're here now

speaking through her eyes

all around me, I move [fast]
nothing but my heartbeat
a jackhammer to my ribs

but i keep running.
i am so tired, but it hasn't yet begun
so cold, not even outside
soaked with sweat--eye open to more darkness, my lair. faces look down at me,
i am so

wake up, it's time to dream again. open my eyes and act the part.

]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/23092765/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/23092765/ Sun, 08 Feb 2009 21:53:24 PST
there is nothing dark or cryptic about this journal entry. no in between message for the watchful few.

i type the message with clarity. i breathe as if the pressure of today has been expunged. i went and read every single journal entry I posted for the past four years. each one referencing a point of unattainable desire or hardship, pain and anger. the more i read the harder my stomach churns, i feel sick.

not today--now i post about a happening i can look back on one day and remember. much more happened today, but this is all i want to remember.

]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/22927564/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/22927564/ Sat, 31 Jan 2009 17:11:31 PST i observe helplessly through a mirror

what do they know

]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/22748653/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/22748653/ Thu, 22 Jan 2009 22:08:43 PST understand the world I feel through my unfaltering design.

people on the wall,
watching over.
paper fabrication,
more alive then you.

beneath this mask [] my decided cover
create the disguise
to cover the fake
thrive through this cloak of desire

the base of my lair remains barren
the mattress standing up obstructs all but a slice of flaring sun
within my perception I am alone,
silent cries for relief are silent--
the nature of a beast.



beneath this mask
"forever and ever, amen"

]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/22424920/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/22424920/ Fri, 16 Jan 2009 19:52:46 PST
distance
both land and time
a mind apart

leading
everything starts moving slowly
everywhere gets farther away

forgiveness
is the wrong thing to ask for
conveying the idea that you have changed, or seek to change

you cannot expect anyone to accept you for who you are
if you cannot yourself

and I cannot

am I coming back?

]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/22005575/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/22005575/ Mon, 15 Dec 2008 20:25:23 PST flying without wings
dear father

sacrifice
never for yourself
everyone

remember
everything you did
forever

]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/21873415/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/21873415/ Sun, 07 Dec 2008 21:25:37 PST
Through the window sits a pair of eyes, steady with intent. A light flickers inside them and whispers fill my head. No, not voices in my head, real sound--real to me. It feels like such a normal thing, and I don't know why; I was still a child last time I heard from them. It's been so long, and I've been so lonely without you. I don't know why you left, and I don't know why you're back.

My eyes tear up and I cry in silence while remaining still. How can something so real be not, how do I torture myself without cease?

You learn not to talk about things, even when they say it's safe to talk about things. Safety is an illusion, security and trust are the real delusions.






You're gone again, but solitude is my trait.








;











I lay down and rest, the end of

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]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/21306901/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/21306901/ Mon, 03 Nov 2008 19:08:35 PST













No matter how hard you try
there's nothing you can do

someday you will know

]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/21117698/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/21117698/ Wed, 22 Oct 2008 20:48:23 PDT the sorrow

take a chance
walk the line

would you be so cautious in a dream?
so restricted and quiet?
seek out what makes you happy
be glad if you know what it is



fear not the end
death is just waking up


some arn't so lucky.



"histoire indefinie - delph' sans les pattes"


==

Every now and then I try and remember to take a step back to take on a bigger view of my life. The difference that this insignificant creature can impose on the lives of the vast majority of others.

I am a hypocrite in the purest form. I want nothing but peace and silence, but my life has neither. I blame this on others, but the truth is too obvious for me to ignore. I could have walked away at any time, but for selfish reasons I did not.

This song was playing. Everything was done, I needed to leave, but I couldn't walk away from the window while listening to it play. Pouring rain, thunder, dark gray skies and an even worse atmosphere inside. I ask myself.

who am I?

]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/20784550/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/20784550/ Wed, 01 Oct 2008 20:33:02 PDT
Thousands of people pass me in a matter of minutes, but I stand frozen. I glare out towards the tree, watching its leaves dodge the wind.

I want to fight so hard to keep it alive, to give it more time. I'd do anything, anything. But I can't do anything, there is no tree. It died long ago, and now all I have is the memory of the tree. You can plant another seed, but that same tree will never grow again. You can gather all the dried up leaves, bark, and shriveled roots, but you'll never have that tree again.

I have a garden in my dreams, I have a forest.

Only when you let go of everything can you have anything.

]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/20677498/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/20677498/ Thu, 25 Sep 2008 21:08:19 PDT
I feel the vibrations of her fist hitting my door. The sound of my name slithers towards me, my skin gets cold and the hairs stand on end. I grow accustom to the sound of knocking wood, and drift back into the unconscious. The sun rises.

Before the heavens cease to glow, I won't exist.



the daily massacre

]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/20361448/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/20361448/ Sat, 06 Sep 2008 16:52:49 PDT



the thick smell of burning grease and meat, sweat and chlorine treated water.

only one person here knows me.

everyone else thinks they know me.

I eat my burger, take a quick swim, finish a few beers and dance until standing up is no longer part of the activities.

living in the moment isn't nearly as superficial as I initially theorized. nothing lasts forever. shit happens.



life is good.

]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/20161284/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/20161284/ Tue, 26 Aug 2008 05:27:10 PDT if it serves them so

this disaster we call humanity
blasted by a torrent of emotion
even the noble, honest, and good
slaves to the cage they built for themselves

i do not know what other people feel
those that cast themselves into the eternal dark
i know what i feel--
i am tired.

tired of trying to stop that which cannot be stopped, because nobody cares to stop it.

I wonder what it's like to be dead. Is it peaceful?

]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/20106346/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/20106346/ Sat, 23 Aug 2008 01:30:52 PDT
[nothing new.]

I can't escape. In a matter of days I'll be back to work. In the drawer next to me a kahr K9, and behind me the black winchester 12 gauge pump. It's been a few weeks so I fill the empty mags, cycle some rounds, and re-clean anything I might have rushed last time.

It's 1:09 AM and there's cars coming and going every few minutes, loud Mexican rap playing across the street, voices spewing slurred spanglish; something even I speak fluently now. The wad of cash from the last time I worked is almost completely dissipated, fitting easily now in the clip of my knife.


\\
everyone is an expert. they know all the answers to all the questions. they even know answers to questions you haven't asked yet.

FUCK.

I have no liquor here, that's probably my problem. Being fully conscious of the situation is never healthy.





swamp laced wooded passageways,
weaving though vines;
An intrusion of urban mansions,
seeking refuge from tension.

seasonal, lattice embraced, flirty populace,
watching the ocean engulf the dying sun

I stay behind them,
lurking on the fog covered boardwalks,
I try to understand their finite happiness,
wishing I could take part.
this shaken globe of life, I cannot get in.
I look on with a watchful eye.

I am detached, removed, apart.

]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/20014426/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/20014426/ Mon, 18 Aug 2008 00:33:02 PDT I sit on the edge of this cliff,
overlooking time and space.

I watch light bend; time fade
there is no space between us, only deep thought.
Concentration on the unimportance of reality,
perception, and continuity.



Today I slept. All through the sunlight hours.
As I woke up I could watch the rays of light struggle to hang on to the clouds above the horizon. It reminded me.

nothing lasts forever.

]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/19906391/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/19906391/ Mon, 11 Aug 2008 21:54:37 PDT
I try to write something every day. you can see how well that works. I get to the journal entry page, type for an hour. I edit my work, I search my thoughts for the elusive promise of release. nothing. I reread, select all, delete. Then I lay down to sleep.

Acknowledging this doesn't make it easier to disclose what I want. It makes me realize that there is no vocabulary in existence capable of truly expressing the images in my mind.

I type, I type
put me there with you
in the presence of vocalization
expecting the outburst of emotion
but I am still
a statue with a locked gaze

anxiety? trust? fear?

I am envious.

]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/19580232/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/19580232/ Thu, 24 Jul 2008 20:49:20 PDT weaving though vines;
An intrusion of urban mansions,
seeking refuge from tension.

seasonal, lattice embraced, flirty populace,
watching the ocean engulf the dying sun

I stay behind them,
lurking on the fog covered boardwalks,
I try to understand their finite happiness,
wishing I could take part.
this shaken globe of life, I cannot get in.
I look on with a watchful eye.

I am detached, removed, apart.

]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/19172698/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/19172698/ Wed, 02 Jul 2008 20:01:08 PDT I got a call from my mother this afternoon, calls which I generally don't answer or listen carefully to. I felt a sense of urgency in her voice i've never heard before,

"he might be leaving us today, very soon"

I almost forgot my keys as I left my condo. I forgot my wallet, belt, socks ... in fact I should be proud I looked remotely dressed when arriving. The distance between these two locations is rarely closed so quickly.

As soon as my key hit the door I was met by my mother. All my life I've never experienced her sadness at such great amounts. I stood there doing the one thing I could, hugging her. She rushed me quickly around the corner to the room where he lay, she had just finished reading him a letter from my sister.

My father waited for me. His eyes were on me as I walked in, and for the last moments of his life. I couldn't, and still cannot imagine how he held on while I was speeding along on the freeway making my way here. We talked a very long time just a day earlier, and last night he called me before I went to sleep and told me he loved me.

I am still boggling over his last moments of life. This man who raised me, who I admire, and who I can only dream to accomplish and achieve the amount of respect and commitment he had, and people had for him.

My father waited for me.

Goodluck, father.

]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/19028328/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/19028328/ Tue, 24 Jun 2008 21:01:21 PDT sometimes I get

I am tired.

]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/18938105/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/18938105/ Thu, 19 Jun 2008 21:12:47 PDT behind you,
though once in front of.
back to back,
gaining distance.
we walk so far, so long, forever
only to someday understand --
we never began.

Human life is a scrapbook of memories. Incomplete incompletes. An infinite series of passings, with only the pretty pictures torn out to save.

One day; referring to the ultimate goal of a person. The subconscious understanding that even if such extraordinary false truths shook hands with reality, it would be for but a single moment.

One day.

]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/18687029/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/18687029/ Thu, 05 Jun 2008 20:21:50 PDT
I am sorry I am this way.




wrongwrongwrongwrongwrong







_{lacking the precipitation of emotion,
the storming clouds dissipate
the rivers run dry
and then I die.}


]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/18637325/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/18637325/ Tue, 03 Jun 2008 00:07:37 PDT I don't feel good. I don't feel good.

hands on something solid.
_{i feel sand on top of the wet and cold concrete wall, and brush it off}

eyes closed.
_{sea breeze and crashing waves--the twilight gray scale turns dark as a palm tree dissolves before me}

breathe slowly.
_{In regards to everything, is it better to have loved and lost, then never to have loved at all?}





Just being here makes me sit down, and with my face in both my hands, cry forever. I get sick all over. It's not just nausea, my stomach twists to tear itself apart. My heart beats sporadically, I get cold sweats and fall forward out of the chair. I am dizzy,I can't breathe, I can't focus, I can't think. For a few sparing moments of torment free existence I forget where I am, but I quickly remember.

I always remember.





<sub>Nobody is here. Nobody knows where here is, or that it's important to me. I don't talk to people about myself, no matter how important I feel it is. I took days off work and spent a lot of money to come here and spend only a few minutes before taking the long journey back home.

I am a self loathing, generally uncaring, and non-communicative

Maybe that's why no one likes me.</sub>






my biggest fear
is being right.

]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/18462786/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/18462786/ Fri, 23 May 2008 12:17:24 PDT _|
|
what the fuck is wrong with you

]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/18448119/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/18448119/ Thu, 22 May 2008 20:00:18 PDT a deadly non-fiction in the works.
uncompromising agents controlled by the dark passenger
backseat driver
herald now the approach of

its THE
neverending
unforgivinG
gODLIKE
irresistible
cruel
violent
intentions of the world

drawing you
DRAWN TO
regardless
cOMPLEX
relentless
unintentional slaughter

circumstances permitting, I would abide by my conscious.

does a circle have a circlelike complex?

I see white. my eyes close but it gets brighter. no more colour. the white transitions to clear. nothing. I see everything.

everything I don't want to see.
and more
,
the worst feeling is knowledge.
no one can read it.

]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/18375400/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/18375400/ Sun, 18 May 2008 00:34:00 PDT
_{late too is knowing}

]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/18055702/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/18055702/ Sun, 27 Apr 2008 13:39:04 PDT smile for the camera











upset

]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/17969585/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/17969585/ Tue, 22 Apr 2008 01:56:59 PDT _{is the question}

]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/17873867/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/17873867/ Wed, 16 Apr 2008 00:31:02 PDT
I hate being right.

]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/17615759/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/17615759/ Mon, 31 Mar 2008 23:38:28 PDT
Emo, I just mean emotion. I don't want to cut my wrists or wear eyeliner, just feeling something would be nice. I've punched the wall until blood ran down my arm. Headache. That's my emotion. I either have one, or I don't.

In hindsight, I am about to type the most honest statement I have ever placed here: I need a friend.

]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/16921703/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/16921703/ Sat, 16 Feb 2008 22:48:44 PST
]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/16777851/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/16777851/ Thu, 07 Feb 2008 22:36:56 PST on empty.
Everything I want
not here yet.
The people I love
do not exist.

it's everything
it's nothing
all at once.

]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/16537329/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/16537329/ Wed, 23 Jan 2008 13:46:27 PST






years of silence

]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/16294884/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/16294884/ Mon, 07 Jan 2008 00:11:29 PST sitting.
The months have really passed by quickly and the point of self reckoning is about to mature.

hope

that my thoughts don't evaporate
my will doesn't fail to stay fit
that I do not slip into a pattern

Keep everyday new.
Give everyone a chance.

hope is falling and dreaming you wake up.

]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/16022387/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/16022387/ Fri, 21 Dec 2007 00:19:00 PST sleeping

]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/15966804/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/15966804/ Sun, 16 Dec 2007 23:14:44 PST

Ha.

Maybe I shouldn't find it so funny. I mean, it's what I wanted, and I hate it. Sad, perhaps. Anything but funny.

Here I've been in search of a greater degree, my goal of peace in mind. Sure, it's not the exact thing I was imagining, but in theory it's the same. It's been here a while, and it has gotten me pretty sick.



Denial.

]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/15911315/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/15911315/ Wed, 12 Dec 2007 23:51:53 PST
I've
been denied
all the best
ultra sex

dig me now, and fuck me later

]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/15223616/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/15223616/ Fri, 26 Oct 2007 00:34:53 PDT and I want to run like the blood from a wound to a place you can't see me

]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/15108658/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/15108658/ Wed, 17 Oct 2007 21:54:46 PDT
Maybe not.

]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/14507565/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/14507565/ Wed, 05 Sep 2007 18:41:54 PDT I'll never die in peace, I will never have revenge

I did it to myself

]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/14461938/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/14461938/ Sun, 02 Sep 2007 20:36:40 PDT anymore

is there one?

]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/14447624/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/14447624/ Sat, 01 Sep 2007 21:25:58 PDT until death? ever?

never.

]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/14328968/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/14328968/ Sat, 25 Aug 2007 04:21:10 PDT
wait no.

undo

]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/13903856/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/13903856/ Fri, 27 Jul 2007 16:22:09 PDT
It's what makes my spine shake, because I don't think about it often. However, it likes to remind me when I get too focused on something else.

" -- ? -- what is it?"
"what?"
"what's going on -- ?"
"[uh] nothing. Nothing is going on, every thing's fine."

_{Everything's fine.}

"close your eyes and we will live in fear ..."

I fear my biggest regret will be that I stuck to the rules, and just followed orders.

]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/13737991/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/13737991/ Sat, 21 Jul 2007 02:12:51 PDT
_{trust nobody, trust nobody, trust nobody ...}

I will be your savior
I will be your savior
I will be your.

]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/13714406/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/13714406/ Thu, 12 Jul 2007 23:15:43 PDT i try, i try real hard sometimes.
to do the right thing
to help those who cannot defend themselves, in any reference, sense, or situation.

it's never enough.
never enough.

i think i've found my path
now i have to figure out where it leads
and if what it leads to is what i am really after

i hope i can find the good in what i do before i die.

hope?

more words i don't understand.

hope is when you want something to happen without trying.

i don't have hope, i have will. the will to pave this path with my own sweat and blood.

i don't fear death, i fear i'll be stricken from this consciousness before i ever understand.

]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/13614565/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/13614565/ Wed, 04 Jul 2007 23:48:18 PDT
I would be your savior.
.I would be your savior ]]> =lowko http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/13571097/ http://lowko.deviantart.com/journal/13571097/ Sun, 01 Jul 2007 23:32:16 PDT
that's sad.

I'd ask that question, "where did I go wrong" but I know where I went wrong.



unrelated thought: plants die if you don't water them. ]]> =lowko