May 05, 2007 15:01
I am one more trip to Effingham to get blazed away from imploding.
My mind is like that of a Vulture and I can feel those beedy eyes scoping you out when I laugh at you.
I see you driving around everywhere and it kind of annoys the piss out of me.
I hope all of those clouds that came down so low last night remain in the sky for a while.
I love being in this state, your respect for me is astounding.
I look like white trash and I feel like white trash but I can't turn this head around.