Wednesday, October 30, 2002

if midnight calls, please pick up. because the planets will be steadfast in aligning just for you. and fire cuts the blackness to open up worlds you've never seen and never knew existed. this is no secret, but stay silent. there's nothing better than unspoken understanding. and i'll walk for miles across skies that stretch out to meet me. because i know there are daggers that will destroy every inch of what i am. they're hidden in pockets and behind backs of friends and politicians with cheshire smiles and welcoming words. so i'm a ghost. no one gets too close. never again will i sleep cold and wet in a burlap sack with rocks for a pillow. this cat is a panther. he's back. hi jack ... i'm here to fuck you.