Songs for Cassavetes

Its like being in a bee hive. being the only non-bee in the bee hive. Its like being pocessed by a costume. and hostility is the only language anyone speaks.

but I created this inter-personal desert.

and yeah I know. no one around here can give me as much love as I need when I need it..because when I need it I don't know how to ask for it..because it just makes.me.rabbid.

"so just shut up and be happy"

fuck you.

I am happy.P>

Peace