I dread tommorow.
i may or may not screen calls..i'll most likely fetch a bottle of scotch and lock my doors.Fair warning.

I hum a lament for everyone gone,and everyone that will be gone.
I hum for all of us.

And i still miss my mother like a weak child.

Happy fucking birthday.

A tree born crooked
never grows straight
she sunk like a hammer into a lake.

I.
am.
fucking.
bulletproof.

Fire away.

I think i might just be alright,
but i do regret that it's taken me this long to remove my head from my ass.
It's like i'm finally waking up from a long,long slumber.
i'm afraid it's just been far too easy to close my eyes and hit fast forward this past year....but no more.
i may be less interesting and more cranky,but this is the way it must be.

I feel far away from you,
so what else is new?
the moon is closer to the sun
than i am to anyone.

And if you've got no other choice,
just know you can follow my voice
through the dark turns and noise
of this wicked little town.

things improve slightly ( Read more... )

my new aim is stickboyisness

i know i'm somewhat out of the loop,but.....

ah,fuck the loop.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Adventures_of_Brisco_County%2C_Jr

hahahahaha

Panda....i need you.
i'm losing strength and hope.

i'm considering getting a second job (workaholic though i hate to be ( Read more... )