if ever I'm God,

I thought this would end up on post it notes for Romy and Michele's old songs and whatnot. Ahh my mind is my make and I'm back to life in some ways and hey why not party with deh for the money and the magic this week; I've totally ended on Cassandra and 17 candles. I need sleep, and more than likely more coffee and more life happening and mostly needing it to end with the music of the end for my sight and saw, and wow, I'm fucked, the body of God is awake again. soaring high and saving Sunday. why the music, the end of the body? I see it, you're safe again. Home with the parents and the enemies and waking up to September in black and never blue, I'm sorry you died. It's mostly war to the end since, and I think it means I'm heaven to the devil and the gods and wearing yellow about it. Wow, I left India on repeat. smoke me baby, I really wanna cry to your mind and your lost ego since. I love you baby. and making money is happening again. I walked. I know you're here.

and I'm God today,

But if anything,

did you see the news?