Monday, 25 February 2008 @ 10:01 pm
i feel weird. i can feel that we are breaking away. its weird.
tis' the way
Reach my prismic soul.
Hello, my name is paper and I am a piece of paper.
My purpose is to have people write on me and to be printed by printers.
I like the smell of wood because it smells like my parents.
My ambition is to be thrown away and recycled.