After spending 40 days in a closed psychiatry after the police dragged me out of my house, injecting stuff, a mad e-mail..blah. For now i'm clean, my arms have healed, and looking more natural again, gained my normal weight again. Hope i can keep myself cheerfull, its still calling me, the rush from the needle. Gathering my poems and making a story out of them (want to publish it-, how i went to the bottom and lost alot, and how things are getting better again. Just found a girlfriend, my first, and opening a bussiness on lp's and comic books. Long was the road, the fall, flew high, and fell like a phoenix, 1000 miles, down to the bottom, hitting the solid rocks, spoiling blood, unconsciouness i was, months, blind, I looked up, saw her, moongodess. I relived, once again, reaching the stars, never to fall again.
