

A Diary From LondonI do almost feel like I've been loosing it. Whatever it is I dont really know. But this is the seccond time I've flipped like this in two weeks for no reason and why do I end up crying alone in a hotel room thinking cameras are watching me and listening to Carly's kind voice over a phone and pretending a voice in headphones can hold me, with a pen to paper I feel almost saner. I guess I should keep it up. I'm glad I found this. Where would I be without it? A white padded cell. It just keeps the food down. Its the arms holding me back from a murder. But what a small thing I am. a nothing thinking of everything in a hotel in aA Diary From London


Leo The OctopusLEOLeo The Octopus
An octopus lays in its cave Captures all that come near with smooth smiles But keeps them locked up So they never leave
But if only he knew
If only he knew
That when he let them go They'd come back on their own If only he knew
But he lurks and snatched the minnows away
And keeps them as his
BUT IF ONLY HE KNEW
FROM THE OCTOPUS
Mine You are mine You belong to me No one else Don't make them smile Or laugh Not them Just me Stay where I leave you Let me keep you It'll


EejitsPick and cut Pick and cutEejits
And work
Always work Until they say Then stop And start tomorrow
Lay in the fields With the stars as your blanket Can you see them? With eyes as dull as yours?
You see a pod Pick and cut With artists hands Such a horor BUT YOU NEVER HAD A CHOICE
Thank you !...
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'!everybody knows that life can be wonderful!'
If it puts a smile on someone's face then it's been worth it!!! LOL
Keep at it!!
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"We are intent on reducing art to its simplest expression, which is love." (Andre Breton)
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