It's not like i slept in your cold blooded bed.

Drink the shame of bongo drums,
in a sunny afternoon shade.
"Linger no longer here!"
They cry, but i do not.
I stay to listen.

We know not the windless weapons,
Those that follow the shed of blood,
Whose peak we see at dusk, in their dark suits,
Dogmatic men, whose words are fallen trees,
Cultivating a new land of Wisdom.

The earth will turn again,
But my lonely dream
Awaits it's chance to rain
On the coldest day of June.

All these ISP servers are cutting in on my time. How the hell am i suppose to get from point A to point C without hitting B if B stretches along the city skyline and C is the city! There are an innumeral amount of questions that may stem forth from my brain, but to lessen the impact of my severity i will decline to answer these questions. They ( Read more... )

I'm not drinking anything, nor do i feel the need to say anything right now. I merely have nothing to say. My lips are exhausted from excuses, i think i need a vacation. I need to read, thursday final here i come.

what is the deal with boredom?

I have so many stories. but i'm indecisive.

i'm on my last nail.

nizice thats just grizate. yes i do realize its quite early in the morning and i have to go to work in 4 hours. whatever tho. I've finally achieved clarity and almost a non-smoking status.