no, i did not find a bottle with a genie in it, silly.
rather, i feel like a genie, a powerful genie, bounded for 10,000 years in an itty bitty living space.
i am certain that i have so much to offer, and am willing to bare torture.
i would die for what i believe in; i'd die for that person as well.
genies are like that. oh. i am so delirious right now. best i sleep.
i didnt mean to make it sound like i am a genie, because im not a genie. and if i somehow made it convinceable that i was thinking of myself as a genie, then of well. im sorry. but the "genie" is symbolic of something else.
and im only being so symbolically cryptic with a hint of espionage because of the flooding emotions of the following list of emotions: fear, anger, confusion in the slight.
good NIGHT!
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