my car and my phone is back.
thank fucking god.
now its time to get my shit back together.

Dreaming of that face again.
It's bright and blue and shimmering.
Grinning wide and comforting me with it's three warm and wild eyes.

On my back and tumbling
down that hole and back again

rising up and wiping the webs and the dew from my withered eye

40 oz to freedom

= practice lucid dreaming.

so he was fucking her all along.
i knew it would hurt eventually.
i knew it all along, i just wish
i would have tursted my instinct.

im done with relationships. this time i mean it.
fuck you.

there may be no stars at night
but theres still city lights
some say they don't compare
but to her there just as bright
when she slips on her shoes in the evening
she strolls to the rhythm of the city
a rhythm built by history
and while the rhythm often skips a beat
its got personality
a certain style just as she
which is why she'll never leave

tell me everything in perfect detail
whisper in my ear until it hurts

it will, eventually.

trust and honesty are two very powerful words.

merry christmas.
.........time for bacon.

for me its not experiences
its people

speak your mind
or stay silent
before you know it
your mindless
and youll need them to do all your thinking for you
the ending depends on the beginging
the present controls the past
.speak your mind or come in last.