Thursday, Sept. 11, 2003 - 11:54 p.m.

Frog, frog. FROG.

RIBBIT.

So.

Are there things crawling on my monitor? Did something just move upwards in my field of vision? No, I don't think that happened. I must say, however, that I have no creativity right now. Oh, sure, I can write, and make little rhymes, but no creativity. No creative patience anyway. Probably neither, but I'm no chicken monkey.

Cease to resist, givin' my goodbye...

Someone once said, that a goldfish was a plant. No, actually, that's a lie.

Drive my car, into the ocean...

Ugh, I'm tired now, as well. Tiredness is great.

You think I'm dead, but I'll sail away...

I need to kick my head, but I won't.

On a wave of mutilation, wave of mutilation, wave of mutilation, waaaaaave...

Anybody want a diary entry? OK!! Right, right. Today, I went to college. Had a lesson, killed 3 hours, had some more lessons, went home on a BUS! The End.