Make fast for the wind whistles the sweet melody of rotting cities and broken down dreamers
I work.....
I am tired.
I am an asshole. I am a loyal friend. I am sick of bullshit.
I dug this hole I am in right now and I aim to dig myself back out of it, if I have to use bodies for a step ladder.
People are shallow these days. I blame it on microwave ovens and reality television.
I can feel my innards rotting from the diseased words i must endure from the children and fools that march so openly on the surface of this blasted world. The deep scars I endure will only force me to grow stronger and tear at the eyes of those who cause me such misery. We live fast and fear the long walks. The roads will soon be littered with the remains of our good intentions and of our lies. We want everything now now now. We refuse to realize that we will weaken to the point of violent collapse into the text books of future grander civilization.
