2005-06-24 -- 12:01 a.m. One desperate act, Deserves, I guess to fall, On desperate act. So naively needed, That life cannot proceed without. Well, it can… just bleak and black, Would be the out come. So my out come… neither really, Bleak, Or even really black, so to speak. But naïve… that’s for sure. I only believe what I need… So much faith into what I believe… That I never even follow through with anything. I sit and fumble, What ever it is I have left… Of that… feeling? Hope. Can I even call it hope. Fuck no!!! That, torn away, So long ago. Perhaps, However, (Feelings never mended back…) Maybe this person still holds on, To that, for me, so I some day can get it, Back. Once again… ‘So naively needed’. But not so, Desperately, So emphatically needed, That I do not understand the fact… That its not one person holding on, To that. That it is many, O so many, So many that each face has, Its own features when I dream of just that. One day the face’s will turn to dust. And ‘that’ will be forgiven back to me. And everyone can suck my dick. Once again, suck, My Dick