Thursday, October 23, 2003
SCAT
This journal is nothing more than the scattering of my brain. Please do not heed it, I beg you. I beg you not to heed it, yet I beckon. I beg you not to heed it, yet how I do attempt to beckon you hither. Beckongings, beggings, brains. How these things quickly whither.
This journal is nothing more than the scattering of my brain. Please do not heed it, I beg you. I beg you not to heed it, yet I beckon. I beg you not to heed it, yet how I do attempt to beckon you hither. Beckongings, beggings, brains. How these things quickly whither.
