rebirth.

out with the old in with the new.


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"passin' time i pick my brain, on the paths that i have slain.
in the casket where i lay made of an ashtray full of pain.
they get the last laugh on a vandals life slipping from his hands,
and he just can't grasp the plain living lonely and unexplained."

can't wait...

i remember reading this with my old man when it was just me and him. i was a much smaller version of myself then. good times.

everytime.

fridays are my mondays

so the weekend begins again.
missed 13$ tattoo's again,
it won't be the last time they're offered.

i'm eating a cup of cream of asparagus soup, with a cold glass of squirt soda.
my stomach and chest are in a state of general unrest. where it should be warm and cozy, it's cold and filled with knots. almost time to disappear into my headphones again...

this is the beginning, and i know you can't really see it..

that's the point.

i am poor.
i carry a gun.
i am losing my mind.
i have things to tell you...

you don't want to know them.

this is where it begins.