be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray, or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O'Shea
Have you ever read the book by Dr. Seuss, Oh, the Places You'll Go! ? Well it has occured to me that place that I am going, is probably hell. Much like the little guy in the illustrations I am on my journey through life and it seems as I go along, more often than not, Im choosing the the roads that he chose not to go down. (You know the ones that are dark and have that weird alligator coming out of the man holes) And the more I think about it, my shoes may be full of my feet, but all Im full of is shit. What does it mean that I choose to go down the roads that I know will only lead to pain and anguish? It means I should probably be brought out back behind the chemical sheds because Im of no use to anyone anymore. How many bumps does it take before Im out of this slump. Its not as if I dont know which direction to choose, I know I want to go left, right, And right-and-three quarters. I used to think that the ending was clear, or atleast the partial journey was. Now I can only see a blur of indecision, and while I ride this wave of a drunkard with sinful behavior I wonder if it will ever become clear again. Sure the idea of marriage and kids sounds all appealing at first but is it really? Can I really trust another or myself after my most recent choices. Maybe the story doesnt always have a happy ending, Im pretty sure I cant be insane like this forever, but will it be too late to make a difference? Whatever. I suppose Im still pretty fucking young, but its practically 2009 I dont remember it being 2008. I should stop... but I definitely won't. Ha. well. Maybe I am a masochist. lol.