May 16, 2005 23:42
Ya'll this be some bullshit.
I'm startin' a brainstorm for the tempest that will ensue within 2 months.
Kill.
Actually fuckin' play music 'cause I ain't been doin' none of that.
Stop procrastinatin' with these bullshit social...pains I've chained myself to.
Grab the wheel.
Get my fucking liscense and drive.
I wanna take that drive out to see you, tell it to you straight--
--But I won't.
Drink myself unconscious for three if not seven days in a row.
Have good sex.
Get PAID, muthafucka.
Make some beautiful street art.
Come clean.
Go everywhere, sk-att-er myself and hopefully find some missing pieces in places I haven't looked before.
SLAP the SHIT out of someone in perticular.
**Go to rad hardcore shows, especially if Jeremy recommends them.
**Be more mindful? Yeah.
**Make careless music
**Cook with organic ingredients
**Eat beautiful street art -Maybe-
Visit my brother in prison.
Enchant ya, baby.
That's what I'm gonna do.
Edit at 23:58
You know sometimes I really do want to die so I wouldn't feel so petty and less than secondary to a few of you. Man, I remember this shit from way back. Made some sort of promise not to let this happen, but damn. What does it matter? I suppose - Wow. I almost said it.
Haha, ain't this a cruel laughter, hopefully you guys hate to love me as much as I do you.
Fuckas.
Hey, if you read this, let me know.