i assembled things.. i took things apart.. i should do it for a living.. i love ym room officially and now it seems as though im more alone then ever though i am not its just a sort of thing in my mind that posesses me to think things to delve into a deeper darkness of my concious. i sometimes enjoy that empty feeling where i do not have to worry and i can simply rot. rot rot rot.
maybe
fact: Jack the Ripper was from the Masons, if you know what that is youll find it odd....
another fact: my father is also a Mason.
whats so secret? what makes me ask my father every so often what he cannot tell his own family whom he trusts the most. odd.. and only men allowed. is this some sort of 'no girls allowed' tree house gang full of 20-60 year old men? or something far past that.. must be.. not so secret but they hide something
like the egyptians
thats where it all started. so its 10 pm and im just spouting ..must be the muzik
feeling: mellow..