i hate the way reorganizing things makes me seem unorganized.

paper paper paper paper
did you know paper burns?
fire fire fire fire
yeah, that's what i'm wanting right now.
burn right through everything i own so that they won't own me
i'm not ready for a reorganization of everything which is the reorganization of my room which is the reorganization of my life. i think it would kill me inside to know that what i've been working for just left me alone to mourn over their ashes and remember back to everything i did with them.
would they remember me?
asking
looking
running
sweeping
everything is swept away after a little while
it makes me really melon-collie
bark bark bark bark
roaring is nothing compared to a good ol' bark. barking really gets the point across.
"what's that Barky? there's a boy stuck in a well?"
yup, that's what a bark can do.
but whenever someone says that a bark is worse then a bite, don't believe them.
because no matter how bad they bark, one bite will make your hand sear and burn.


kinda like fire to paper.