It's gonna kill me the rest of my life..

We're all liars. Everyone.
Omission. Stretching the truth. White lies.
It's all lying, but we use those words to justify it.

Lucky Numb. That's what my movie stub says.

It's always a nice moment when I hear my phone beep with text message, something I look forward to. Just happened.

We're always pulled in by the flickering lights.
The screen holds us in place like invisible restraints.
"We'll build our own tripod, and it'll have 4 legs!"
Children's artwork should be in museums over some modern art.

We're on the beach. But it's raining. And cold. The waves are going out to sea instead of coming in. No sun, only grey clouds out to the horizon, or what I think is the horizon. Rain permeates; no chance of sunburn today. Escape- watch the tram car, please.

My mind is on it's own path, but my heart is intervening.

Let's get dolled up and go out on the town.

Sleep is calling my name. Doesn't it know it's early? Only 12:30.

Sweet Dreams.

P.S. Thanks for waking me up...