i cannot keep on thinking and thinking and thinking about you when i know that it's not gonna get me anywhere.

but how the heck else am i supposed to find you? you don't even leave the smell of your shit hanging in your tracks.

no, really. how? give me a clue. give me... something to work on. ok? because your first name is leading me eeevvveeeryyywheeeerrree but to you. i hate that you're being so secretive and shit.

then again, maybe you do have something to hide. or you're just like me, feeling like a ninja when all i am is a common person hired to walk at the background of a movie scene in a park full of people.



sorry. i'm just so desperate to know you more.