real imitation Sitting here stoned. Sick to the bone. Don't want to go on on my own. "Watever happens... happens." Misunderstanding everything with meaning, and understanding meaningless nonsence. Sleeping. Dreaming. Awake. I feel Fake. This thought of imitation seems so real to me. I don't care, yet, I do. I don't know. Don't want to hold on. Don't want to let go. Am I an imitation to you? back    NEXT 2003Šimperfectcreations