Look at the stars, look at how they shine for you...



my last right toe pinky is now like an overgrown peanut wearing a pink cap,
dogs with brown patches on their faces should not be in a park.

if what we are thinking about is what we usually dream about, then im lost, my thoughts must be a jumble in a tornado. people, things, situations all flash about randomly in my dreams, with utterly no link at all, or maybe it does, just that i've not found it yet. whatever it is, i have NOT seen the message my mind's trying to put across

self control,
fighting 'yourself'
knowing the right,
denying the wrong.
hand over hand,
chains over mind.

is it that hard?