So there was this one time, before i went crazy, when i can remember colors and scents and all the beautiful things encapsulated in this glorious globe. Although these thoughts still penetrate my dreams, the waking life is drowing in the mainstream. You know who you are, just making sure you're still alive. Anyway, I smoke i drink, i'm supposed to stop, i can't. How much more dribble do you need? How much more can i produce. i've given the world at least a quarter of myself, why should it demand more? imagine what would happen if i gave 50%. It's scary, i know, that's why i drink...a lot. have to stay hydrated, y'know. Ever chase the creative flame? tricky little bugger i tell you, the more you think you have it you look back and you've lost it. For some, it's a gift, and i hope they never look back and leave us with the wonderous droppings of an inspired individual. I may be a fool, but i know a leader when i see one, and i should know, i lead the universe in assists. Well, myself and the periodic table of elements, and i guess time is up there somewhere, but i'm at least in the top ten. Seriously though, the donkey in the kitchen is becoming a nuisence. Should i have to, i will eat him. that goes for anyone of you! Unless you have a taco, that should buy you at least an hour. I'm not an angry, brooding emocore douchewad, just another kid in another city doing the things i can to stay afloat. Really, come drink one with me and you'd never know i thought at all. Sometimes it's better that way.
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