eehh, fucking life right?
I've reached a kind of limbo, like the all the good is balanced by a whole bunch o' bullshit. I'm just floating along.
the good shit is good, I've been writing my mind out, like this creative flow of conciousness has exploded in my brain. and I'm getting published, seriously bombed out.
and I hope to be cooking soon, hopefully something spicey. I mean REALLY FUCKING HOT.
indian.
things are good with kelly now too, so leave me the fuck alone about it. We're striaght and thats what matters, so get over the past and move the fuck on.
I told ms. troychak to get off my nuts today, she didn't like that very much
its funny how some people never change, and thats not always a bad thing.
one hundred children heard
your cries of
degredation. When souls
sold out and you baught
in. I smiled, as if to say
"honesty is quiet."