Sometimes I feel like writing; I don't claim that what I write is good,
but I like reading what I have written.
2005/jan-12
Wed Jan 12 04:14:13 EST 2005 without sin without sin within me the desire undesired may be in insides lost in a secret wrapped in a soul the mind cannot know what the heart confides suspended far above what the person knows I don't think that I agree with what myself decides so above my orange self a clockwork armor grow flawless, faultless, empty behind which person hides