I write a lot about things that I want. I don't want anything. I feel as though I was so thirsty and someone filled my entire mouth with sand, and now that's all i'll taste, for now and forever. I am dry and unsatisfied-- I'm thirsty, and yet filled with sand. I had a lot of smiles and memories from when I was a boy. I write a lot about sad things, mainly because happy things hurt my stomach too much to think about too long. I wish I could touch you like in E.T and let you know how this feels, just how today feels. Monday can't be gloomy though, Monday is its own spectrum of some ugly adjective that hangs like some sort of cloud. Tomorrow the sun will shine too brightly, and wednesday maybe osmosis will kill me from puking all over my mirror from every glance. If not, surely working Thursday will be enough to kill such high hopes. myspace.com/jdespers I really enjoy my new demo song.