so this is my documentary. well. i dont have a camera or any thing like that but my web page will due. i hate how people can be so cruel in the world. it is beyone be that some people cant know them selves and i dont know why they wouldn't weather it be cuz they cant or dont want to i dont understand. i dont understand that people can be mean. i do understand that i like me and i live being in the woods and seeing nature and taking pride in everything that i do. right now im at a place called the echo trail. it is verry secluded. peacefull. i can play my guitar smoke cigaretts and enjoy nature. with the nice people who are letting us stay here. i miss the comfort of my friends but im happier here knowing that i am. no matter what. i dont know how to explain it. i just know i am happy here. and not in duluth. there is no gossipe anxiety misunderstandings or pressure to do or be anything.

a counter intuitive but long standing theory claims it is the bodys response to a situation that makes us experience emotion. We grieve because we cry. We feel afraid because our body prepares us for flight. We're happy because we smile. Thats the theory but i know its wrong. I could have believed this untill i tasted true emotion. I hadent seen the endless spectrum of emotions far to diverse to be the product of a seperate psychological state.

The only girl i ever loved was born with roses in the eyes but than they burrued her alive one evening back in 1945 with just a sister at her side. And only a week before the guns all came and rained on everyone. Now shes a little boy in spain playing painos filled with flames on empty rings arround the sun all seeing the same our dream has come. Now we must pack up every peice of the life we useto love just to keep ourselves at least enough to carry on.And now we ride the circus wheel pay our dark brother wrapped in white. said it was good to be alive. but now he rides upon this plane it wont be comeing back again. the earth looks better from a star thats right above from where you are. He didn't mean to make you cry the sparks that ring and bullets fly on empty rings arround your heart the world just screams and falls apart. and heres where your mother sleeps and here is the room where your brother was born. inventions in the sheets where bodies once moved but dont move any more. and its so sad to see the workd agrees that they would rather see your face filled with flies. all and all but i want to keep white roses in their eyes.