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Nov 21, 2009 01:11

I fucking hate every day that isn't distracted from a single fucking moment. I'm my own worst enemy, and I am finished in that regard. I just wish it didn't have to hurt.

And yes, I have the ability at any given moment to give some kind of retarded and yet sage, almost oracle like advice that changes lives, and I don't care. I am charismatic and I hate to let people down. I had a poets tongue and once, in my life, I talked water into running uphill so to speak. But it's just not something I care about anymore. I'm going back to the woods and seclusion. Pain will have to run uphill to reach me and be wanting for the effort.

Peace, love, and as many drugs as I can cram in before I'm out of chips at the table.
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