So friendships have become like my face. the older I get the uglier they get. It seems like a friend should be someone you can count on. not someone who only expects things out of you.
i read something today that read: "I am 100% certain that within every individual is someone who can be capable of burning millions of jews in gas chambers and a person who can paint a masterpiece of art." and i liked the thought of it.
It was in the clouded eyes that I saw the reflection. A boy in a my own perspective. a bearded child with cold blue eyes. and a cigarette in his tattooed fingers. Someone new and strange to the minds eye. I guess that bastard is me.
so come on with the darkness. and come on with the fear. cause its gotta start somewhere. and it might as well be here. so when you finaly naked and standing in the sunlight. i look back at all the selfishness and foolish pride and laugh at my self. _mineral. check them out.
"oh what a beautiful and lovely day said the hunter to his prey that luck would see fit that I should find you this way." ~something i would say if i ever wanted to go hunting.