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"In December 2006 my seemingly splinter-proof brain bone scaffling imploded. I kept it on the hush, but nearly tumbled to the cold hard concrete on near bodega trips for ciggarettes and soda shook me to casper. Dizzy with a nothern chaser, motor sensory eraser, gorophobe tunnel vision, guilt, self loathing arrangements rose rapidly outta bog I've never fished in. That abates three separate foreign men's. While I seems to hook lines and syncro simple fishing, simple primitive self taught, easing of soul, mind and body but the symptoms rejected my cave-man modus operandi. So now it's one fish belly up, through medicated mol edge. Shrinks that get 250 an hour for awkward silence. And, I'd be lying if I said all of this made even the slightest fragment of sense to me, that's frail... Simply put I don't know what happened, or what's still happening I literally feel like I'm teetering on the blunt edge of my sanity.
Am I a jack of all trades? No... I like to listen to songs though. Are they good? I dunno... But I could tell you that I only write shit down when I believe it so take this how you want cause now I mean it. I want you all to know that I'm scared. Now my fuckin' crooked soul has never faced a monster like the last few months ever in my whole life... I wish I could explain this better (I can't) cause the pieces won't formulate it to anything even close to cohesive. So I guess this is my feeble way to thank you. Four soldiers that extended something sacred off the purity of kindness. I owe you all my life and please don't argue with that statement. Cause without y'all I may not have a life to offer, take it.
Thank you
I wish I could explain this better.
I'm sorry for burdening your pleasures.
I love you all with all that's left of me.
For helping try to kill what made a mess of me.
Somehow, someway.
I will get you all back someday.
Just gotta figure this all out.
I guess it is kind of funny when you look at it from a step back. How one man can literally buckle under the same pressures other men operate normally under. I have scoped this out from all angles, walking through time. I have been over everything in my head, until I can't think anymore. But I guess some times, when you can't breathe, there are people there to breathe for you. I am lucky enough to have some of those people around me. Thank you for helping me to not die. Pocket full of pennies, and a soul gone tilt. Cockpit full of memories and a dream full of guilt."
Am I a jack of all trades? No... I like to listen to songs though. Are they good? I dunno... But I could tell you that I only write shit down when I believe it so take this how you want cause now I mean it. I want you all to know that I'm scared. Now my fuckin' crooked soul has never faced a monster like the last few months ever in my whole life... I wish I could explain this better (I can't) cause the pieces won't formulate it to anything even close to cohesive. So I guess this is my feeble way to thank you. Four soldiers that extended something sacred off the purity of kindness. I owe you all my life and please don't argue with that statement. Cause without y'all I may not have a life to offer, take it.
Thank you
I wish I could explain this better.
I'm sorry for burdening your pleasures.
I love you all with all that's left of me.
For helping try to kill what made a mess of me.
Somehow, someway.
I will get you all back someday.
Just gotta figure this all out.
I guess it is kind of funny when you look at it from a step back. How one man can literally buckle under the same pressures other men operate normally under. I have scoped this out from all angles, walking through time. I have been over everything in my head, until I can't think anymore. But I guess some times, when you can't breathe, there are people there to breathe for you. I am lucky enough to have some of those people around me. Thank you for helping me to not die. Pocket full of pennies, and a soul gone tilt. Cockpit full of memories and a dream full of guilt."