hot titty-tot titty-tot titty-tot. and every face shows a place. but they are cool pot heads. out of plaxce for what came and is hear. to heard. i dont know what im saying. im lost in my thoughts but all i know is i have work and work is just there. all i have to do is do what im told. and ill be fine. i had a song in my head last night when i wrote my last entry. thats why it runs on. i was singing the song in my own words. it was a fun stream of conousness if i could speel. well i have people to talk. and stalker to stalk. i really do have a stalker. really

your stalked fogar

finding the words to leave out. ive come with a few to tell to you. its when where or how. just why i left and why im back. emotions leaving me emotions comeing through. which ones to tell. which ones for time. please come wait. ive taken time to think of things. words ive said and words ive had. when i stopped writing i found that i had time to do other things. but they are now gone. and i am here waiting for more words to come through. did you think that i would cry or be alone. for no reason i am gone now im home. too many people are here in my head. i wish they were all dead. not really though just forget. there are too many girls living in my mind. to many to think of and too many to find. i dont even know there face just how it looks and its eating at me to think of reading my books. if you wish that i would die. well im sorry to say that i am doing fine. im okay. i have to find someone new. wish everyone would call and cry but leave me alone. can you really know me when im on the phone. i know we didnt connect together like opening locks. but look at differently. please just look at me you simple thing. tiny people are so forgiveing when it comes to pain. i found my brother last sunday, on the beach. i earned a sunburn and a friend can you see. my second cousin is so easy to please just hard to understand unless you let him teach. its meaning ful when you talk one on one. meaning face to face you preverted freaks. maybe when i thirty or forty but not right now. now back to the subject of why i left. i was sick of writing and i ran out of ideas. i put them all down on my site and then ran out. new expirences gave me more fuel for more words and as i can tell. i wish i knew when people stopped listening to the phone. when desitions run close you have to make them fast. but hey thats life. its not over. but now its time to moove on. touch read fix from what you parents have told . wining trust isnt all thats sold. i just what to have fun. before i get old.

your fogar