*sometimes the meds i'm on make my chair feel kind of weird, like i am riding in a spaceship, i think the starship enterprise. let's just say i get lifted.
*i don't think much of this is going to last, if it does i am probably going to be ashamed of some of the things i've said and done. i don't want to guess at things or be known of as a fool but life is to short not to live and stay away from the edge of the limb. so let go now from the trunks you hold dear and live for all its worth. now i'm not sayin be an idiot, but life ain't always japanese baseball, sometimes it's okay to swing for the fences.
*it's time for firewood. if the seed is for the field and the trowl is for the hand then what are people like G and i for? i think we are revolutionaries for better and worse. i've got enough gasoline and plenty of matches.
*it is a bad day for my face, it has been tough for writing about it lately, i kind of push it off to the side and ignore it, i do it mainly because to keep me at ease i have to have 18 pots on the fire at once. i have to or i will lose it. a part of me believes my condition is meant to teach me Silence.
*Do you promise me you still love what you loved when you left?
*I need a new tattoo, i don't know what it is going to be, i think it should be small though, i am thinking a harp or a star.
*I know it is a bad day when i wake up at 5:45 and i start to go about my business and the face starts to rev up the hate so i lay down on the floor of the bathroom and nod off and then i dream about ninjas - yes ninjas trying to shoot me in the face with assault rifles - why the fuck do ninjas need AK's??
*not to gloat but if something does last i got to say a few words of praise, first to the One, damn you did and do, and are gonna do well. to my fam we may be broken but we are here, to A. i love you and you are the best, i love you with all my heart, to my friends, wow you guys rock. to my enemies - i am coming for your fingers you better be coming for mine.
*If i am going to wear my headphones and cause myself the pain that comes with touching my ear that way by god i am going to listen to this musi sampler so loud my brain stem jiggles lose and i die a happy hard core death
*we are dirt and breath, bread and wine.
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