I just spent 4 or so hours writing a song and just as I was about to save it I hit the wrong key and erased everything I had in place. Now all I have left is the first two of about ten minutes. Fuck it.

I just took a shower, and I miss someone a lot. I really want a slip and slide. I like gatorade lemonade. I'm a fucking fool. I remember when life was simple. I think you should ride that pony bareback. Fuck it, I'm out.

You're just a flesh wound.

You run your mouth like there's a fucking shit talking marathon. Back up and respect some quiet. GODDAMN!

I spin, like a fucking top.

You're fading in and out of existence like it's some sort of poorly written play. It's all just another excuse to be sick, or absent minded. I'm fucking bored.

I mail letters with no zip codes.

Why you wanna battle the kids with steel tounges?

It's always just a matter of sexuality until they start peeling the flesh off your bones. Let's get sensible.

My power keeps going out, and I am not too keen on that. Fuck this rain and thunder bullshit. I'm smoking pall malls like a fucking champ and cutting skin off my palms because it looks wack.

So thursday evening, lincoln elementary. You know the drill.

This week I'll be getting something very important in the mail. I'm beyond excited.

Also, my hands have holes in them which appear to be infected. This is disgusting. There's alot of blood on my shoes and all over my legs. I think that's pretty tight.