sweatin' sorrow night 'til daybreak ( Read more... )

A foreign friend of mine repeated, "Life is good, Kevin, no? Life is good."

I'm sitting, relaxed, with some pomegranate cherry juice.

The rush I'm put through every day is silly.
Pretty busy weekend coming up.
Hope I have fun.

Mmmm... Arbor Mist.
Thanks, Daddy.

To ladies all over, let's make love.

This black cherry yogurt is so good.... I can't eat it, though. Damn it all, ...no matter how much optimism.

Update:
(5/26/05)
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I'm sick in this world.

Colder the higher you climb, it gets.

Patchin' up the basement of my castle, is the deal.

Awaiting the promises of my prophecy, I ended up fulfilling it hurriedly, yielding horrid, unexpected, results.

I just woke up from a half-hour daydream. I dreamt of what I'd leave to all my friends -- all of my beloved possessions. It was time to wake up when I realized that these thoughts aren't a healthy thing to be taking pleasure in.

If you do care, why don't you come to me first?
I know that it's because I don't come first.