crazy girl drawing herself a body

2:31 am \'dreamers\' it\'s funny it didn\'t shock me I got used to your movies wish I got rid of all humans\' inhibitions I think I\'m hungry I should not dream of opening the cupboard it creaks and everybody\'s asleep I\'ve downloaded some Damien Rice\'s songs you know the \'blowers\' daughter\' chillin\' like the ones I used to listen to it\'s so pleasantly to sit hunched up on this wooden chair wearing my purple pajamas feeling hungry with the keyboard on my knees writing e-mails it\'s so queer feel like nothing material tonight I adore these electronic pages these buttons which I make love to every Sunday night it\'s the same photographs that entrance me the same freedom the same moon the same wings I got lost in the past today I clutched time\'s arm in terror tore all his clothes and he was just he was just blinking we were sitting on the balcony\'s curb beneath us it was raining he was teaching me how to open my hands one finger two fingers five fingers the same moon was lying heavy on my breasts the same rivers were slipping down my throat it was a beautiful Sunday night always a beautiful Sunday night time and me above the rain just a crazy girl drawing herself a body out of the shinning comets right here the green soul the same hand holding the rain drops the same time making away with himself second floor yelling..