woe is me sitting in a tree. free at last free falling. like a cat I will land on my feats.
well it looks like I will never have a confidant unless I pay 4 1. spilling my guts can have repurcusions, which can shake the world to its knees bees knees that is.
So it is cool, like frost on a windshield. my power comes from your weakness, so fall on your knees and beg forgivness from our lord vader. maybe I could write some cool fiction, you like my fiction? so here I look at a nice plump peach, but her face is such happiness. the imaginations is 10 times the actual ACT would be, no kidding that is where I live, I live my life in my mind. when I actual think of the repurcussion of going through with anything more than flirting, it is ugly as genitals. when we live our lives in our minds, its much safer, cleaner, and nobody gets hurt. somtimes I just want to chat nothing but flirtatious chat, but I am a coward of sorts or maybe I feel it is wrongs. just to talk and in my heart secretly imagine myself in a nice embrace cheek to cheek smelling the salty hair.
