Don't tell me. I'll tell you.
My life is now a crazy two-wheels-on-the-ground ride, a blur of days melting into nights, alchohol and billiards and music and progress, women and inner conflict, shame and indignation, self doubt and self assurance and hunger and lust, battles against memories and over-due library books.
This is the end of an era and the begining of something beautiful, in a violent sense of the word.
Friendships mean everything, infatuations next to nothing.
Those who feel my love and loyalty will never doubt it, those who've earned my scorn may never escape it.
this is not a time for me to be judged. that would be like calling the universe imperfect after the big bang.
this is a formative time in my life.
it had to happen.
I often wonder, when I look back at the road of my life, if all those structures are sculptures, or gravestones.
This is the end of an era and the begining of something beautiful, in a violent sense of the word.
Friendships mean everything, infatuations next to nothing.
Those who feel my love and loyalty will never doubt it, those who've earned my scorn may never escape it.
this is not a time for me to be judged. that would be like calling the universe imperfect after the big bang.
this is a formative time in my life.
it had to happen.
I often wonder, when I look back at the road of my life, if all those structures are sculptures, or gravestones.