boredom plagues the weak
Santa Barbara has taken me off the mountain I used to find comfort on top of, everyday boredom is the natural cause of death throughout Santa Barbara County. People too young fall limp in the streets and never seem to get up. I’m bored with the same old same old, santa Barbara disease that clouds my head. I’m sick of finding nothing to do or say to anyone that has any meaning beyond basic pleasantries, which are never returned. Prose has escaped from under my carpet, but they find no home in my head. I’m done finish the day…
Here is where I hate
Here I lye dead and bleeding from my ears stupid. I’ve become dumb and thoughtless being surrounded by nothing but stupid and all of his friends. This place is hell so I must keep walking to get through and see the day. Forget this town I’m sick of it! and no matter how fast I run I trip and cant ever seem to get away.
Love,
Heartless
Here is where I hate
Here I lye dead and bleeding from my ears stupid. I’ve become dumb and thoughtless being surrounded by nothing but stupid and all of his friends. This place is hell so I must keep walking to get through and see the day. Forget this town I’m sick of it! and no matter how fast I run I trip and cant ever seem to get away.
Love,
Heartless