when you lose the ones that pick up at 3 am...

what replaces them?

Punching that clock ( Read more... )

less than 50.

and this book will be over.

once strange birds flock to haloed horizons.

this dot dash.

what a fucking cliff?

There are blue skies in my dreams ( Read more... )

The worlds got some plans for me
Courthouse, jails and factories
Black and whites on the street
For me for me

I see my place in american waste
Faced with choices I cant take
American waste american waste
On my own I see my fate

sometimes i feel like im absolutely fucking insane.

myjaw really hurts.

over and out.

fight the vikings.

what strange fucking birds reside upon the sides of walls. such strange birds squabble into little wooden shapes. ego's and id's. this infinite world bound by imaginary lines and decaying brick and plank ( Read more... )

d-r-u-n-k
thats all i have to say.

two-thousand smelve.

for serious.

ROTTEN EGGS.