Piece of toilet paperThe new world reappears as if like a dream.You would walk to the door if you could.Unable to wring the door around your neck,back to the end of your nose.What?No.It wasn't me.The world eludes me.Even There.Tones ringing in my earsmaking me shiverlosing control.Goosebumps.Ooo.. I love that.You do too?Now well.Careful, don't ruin my blue wallpaper.The smell of snow is fresh like a bowl of vanilla ice cream.I can smell it. But when I bow down to smell the snow, there is nothing.Why...?Does it make sense?Gridstream make me happy.Mainstream makes me choke people and tear apart their trenchcoats.Howling and biting.Hide the beast.Endless tunes, like periods of a life.Gritty underworlds.Jazztunes. Electronica.Metalplates.Hunger... ha.
New textdocument.txt1. Meeting someone new. Either you like this person or dislike it. We like this person. Chose to continue the conversation. It develops, and you get to know this person.2. As time fades, you get to know this person real good. You decide to share secrets. Secrets. They can be your best friend, but unveiled- your worst enemy. Some secrets are meant to be shared... some are not. Do you have a secret? Do we have a secret? What if the world is based on secrets, it could destroy it all in a snap?3. As you tell this person your secrets, you come across a thought- I'm vulnerable now. What if this person turns against you. You stand no chance. Do you trust this person?4. Times go dark, they can take you to the sky- or right down where you started. Sometimes you need to develop yourself, other times you need contact