motherfuckin guns man i tell ya

life.
art.
drums.
music.
words.
rhythm.
color.
ice cream.
expression.
sarcasm.
pharmaceuticals.
cowboy killers.
hops.

i'm an outsider by choice, but not truly. it's the unpleasantness of the system that keeps me out. i'd rather be in, in a good system. that's where my dicontent comes from: being forced to choose to stay outside. my advice: just keep movin' straight ahead. every now and then you find yourself in a different place.