"I can read minds... I'm psychotic, you know."
Thoughts on the hear, know and every why... about the past, present, future; about what is, was, what could have been, and what may never be.
You can call me "casla paltac." Literally, "with only his balls," meaning, with nothing else but guts (balls). And moving forward...
Saturday, February 13, 2010
crashing; there are days i swing from cabin fever and a touch of agoraphobia; officially going crazy
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