Phantasma

thats how i feel right now. i can never ever explain myself, not ever ever ever ever even through the things i know most people can, like painting drawing, music etc.etc. its goes on. im not a linguist, i never claimed to be. i wish i could write what was on my mind. it would look something like this.




i dont know if that helps but yeah. basically its like this, i wanna feel something new, something so bizarre i shit myself. im not talking about a faggot love story im talkin straight wildness. i want to wake up in the bushes 15 states away and 90 days later in a tornado shitstorm of a family feud in the middle of america wearing a def leppard t shirt and tye-died denim.