in your experience of the world, how do people change?
"Well it has something to do with God so it's not very nice. God splits the skin with a jagged thumbnail from throat to belly and then plunges a huge filthy hand in, he grabs hold of your bloody tubes and they slip to evade his grasp but he squeezes hard, he insists, he pulls and pulls till all your innards are yanked out and the pain, we can't even talk about that. And then he stuffs them back, dirty, tangled and torn. It's up to you to do the stitching."
i dislike capital letters.
sometimes i stay awake until ungodly hours and i write things that i hate but love nonetheless.
i'm a hippy, so i love things that i hate.
i hope you'll understand.
i love you.