to become famous

sweet oblivion

orlando bloom to come knocking on my door

motivation to study

fame

for my love to call

Deus Ex Machina

A generic, all encompassing idea, that everyone will get and make me king.

sleep to come..

miracle

acting crazy

comtemplating the idiosynchrosies of existence

nuttin

procrastinating.

this

listening to the door slam

Watching the grass grow

being rather irritating saying pseudo-deep things

counting the minutes

waiting

it will

i guess ill just stay here

i'll kidnap him then kill him

i'm screwed.

ill kill everyone

I will sing myself to sleep

I'll start pushing up daisies

I'll just go back inot my hole

nervous attack

i do not know