Oh how I wish
For soothing rain
All I wish is to dream again

Oh how I cry
Mourning the void
To god's embrace I wish to fly

No this cannot be
Mire that sucks me in
Deeper deeper lucifer set me free

A willing participant in a roman circus,
tearing at the limbs by raging horses,
pulling inwards against all forces.

Would it be better if I were born somewhere else? Would I be more mature? More knowledgeable?

Very odd. I notice that my prose only flows under darker influences. I'm no masochist though.

Wow

I was reading the old old blog, and the old blog, and the blog. And I can see how far I have walked.

The sloth and the rat

Jesus...I got stunned in the lab right after lunch coz my partner could not wait to ask one of our supervisors some ***urgent*** questions!

Argh.

I feel like a sloth beside a hyperactive rat.

I'm not made of gold

Yep. The title says it all. I should put my...em...goshthisishardtotype....hard...ouchstopslappingmyselfandlaughing...earned...money...to better use!

Gosh, that was certainly a difficult sentence...

Got to cure myself of all that insomniac behavior too. Can't run on coffee forever.