Who's to know you'll soul will fade at all?

[sweetsalome]

Do not want.

    I had a dream that I was floating in the middle of the ocean.  Forever.

But hey, at least I'll get to seen Jonba.  Disjointed thoughts are cool.  Pickles.  RASPBERRIES!

No, bananas, oh banana nut muffins!  Nuts I am hungry.  This entry took me too long to actually write, and I didn't actually put anything of substance except food.

Oh, interesting fact.  Burning crack smells like burning plastic and paper.  Another interesting fact, if you do it some place semi-public, people WILL know that you are smoking crack.  Freaking Junkies.

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[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Neither do I, but sometimes, it's just a fact of life.


I want this to be over, I want to be safe. I want to not be scared to close my eyes.

[pdg-mortie.livejournal.com]

It shouldn't be.

You won't have to be afraid with me.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

No, but sometimes, it is. I just have to make due.

I know, I know you would never hurt me because you are a good man.

[pdg-mortie.livejournal.com]

I don't want you to make do. I hate this.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

It will be over soon, I promise. It might be hard but it will be worth it, in the end.

[pdg-mortie.livejournal.com]

Be careful, baby. I mean it.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

I will, Sugar. I promise.