You could lay on your back and be beaten.
You could put up your fist and fight.
You could try anyway out.
It's hard to be the better man, when you're still lyin'.

I hope that they realize where I am coming from and hear me out.

There is only me.
And that is the only person I can count on.

Why is our world so fucked up?

Far too weak.

Dirty Indie kids need only apply

At least my life isn't boring.

The remnants of my winter break are receipts from Kroger, Wal-mart and bars.

Men and monsters both make mistakes, but for every man who begs and pleads for time enough to grieve, you'll find a million more monsters like me, who'll lick our wounds and laugh when we leave.

Finally, the signal I've needed to fully realize that the only people that I NEED in my life are the following ( Read more... )