floppy disks
My mind is like a floppy disk, not a new one, the old ones that were actually floppy, for like Tandy 1000 computers and crap. They have this huge hole in the middle, like a square CD almost, awesomeness. Where am I goin with this? No clue.
Went trash picking today, again; when the truck is full of useful shit and youre driving around looking for more useful shit, you get some pretty weird looks. Plus I was playing Led Zeppelin really loud most of the time, either that or Jet or The Doors. So honestly, isnt one mans trash another mans treasure? I found this high quality leather jacket, for free man along the side of the road, I had to dig for it but wow; plus some retro driving gloves for my ma, shes always bitching how her hands are cold cause I stole her gloves that would never fit me or some bullshit like that. The sunset is so gorges tonight, somehow wishing I could just sit and talk with fish is actually bringing me down some. Thats okay I've got my guitar and two dollars and 65 cents for some more drugs. Yeah, that wont buy shit. Drugs, like tobacco for instance, fix alot of daily problems; rejection, fear, doubt, hate; you name it its there.
I suppose my addiction to being awake throughout the night could really be dragging me down too. Sometimes, thinking about shit for 5 hours with Pink Floyd is really enlightening, really. Sometimes it just kinda clicks after awhile and I know what Ive gotta do, even if its totally forget the one person I could possibly be really close to. Sucks really, not important though.
Went trash picking today, again; when the truck is full of useful shit and youre driving around looking for more useful shit, you get some pretty weird looks. Plus I was playing Led Zeppelin really loud most of the time, either that or Jet or The Doors. So honestly, isnt one mans trash another mans treasure? I found this high quality leather jacket, for free man along the side of the road, I had to dig for it but wow; plus some retro driving gloves for my ma, shes always bitching how her hands are cold cause I stole her gloves that would never fit me or some bullshit like that. The sunset is so gorges tonight, somehow wishing I could just sit and talk with fish is actually bringing me down some. Thats okay I've got my guitar and two dollars and 65 cents for some more drugs. Yeah, that wont buy shit. Drugs, like tobacco for instance, fix alot of daily problems; rejection, fear, doubt, hate; you name it its there.
I suppose my addiction to being awake throughout the night could really be dragging me down too. Sometimes, thinking about shit for 5 hours with Pink Floyd is really enlightening, really. Sometimes it just kinda clicks after awhile and I know what Ive gotta do, even if its totally forget the one person I could possibly be really close to. Sucks really, not important though.