goodnight ladies and gentlemen

hmmm I've been thinking.

you know I really can't be fucked writing this anymore.

My thoughts should be my own.

so I'll go get my things and I'll see you all some other time.

I'll keep writing, just not here.

bye.

hehe I'll erase the proof of all mistakes!

What have I given you?

but then again what can I offer?

This city will soon sleep in flames.

this hell's full of clown's with tear-away faces.

Tricksters and jokers who will never remove their masks.

I may not have a tear-away face but I wish I had a tear-away tongue.

So I would stop spouting nonsense.

Stop talking about such idiotic and stupid things. Such inappropriate things...

But sometimes. Maybe it would be better that I did have mask, having something to hide behind would be nice for when I spout nonsense. But that is the price of being real.

But back to that question of being real.

hehe I remember when I was young and how I spent what seemed like hours lying on my bed, staring at the roof.

Wondering what was real and what wasn't...