dead_dead_dead amy i pronounce My_Indigo dead, yet again. 001202 ... oooooooooooooooooooo this is that which came out of the first time. this is what he, a fiction, "inspires" in me. totally shitty, eh? there is no life in this, no authenticity. i have given all i could, haven't i? sacrificing mountains is enough, and his message still is, desperation. fuck that. it's all about "sadness". quadruple fuck that. you're just setting up the savior again! hello? power trip, anyone? "we", a fiction, might have some things in common, but fuckin' hell if i don't anguish over the uncertainty of it all. i don't "trust myself" for shit. if people aren't truly going in a better direction for themselves and not for the fucking leader, then you are worse than nothing. nothing is at least neutral. oh, but don't worry it's just art. oh, that's an asshole. get a life and stop manipulating the innocents. oh, yeah, uh-huh, i'll keep nurturing your higher self, though. you know why i do that? hell if you don't! you just want some lowly sympathy. you are NOT with the program! 031210 what's it to you? who go blather from