Burning through pages like wine in my glass.....
I get drunk most days. The days that dont matter that merely splatter filth on my front page. Blood and shit mixed with canned laughter. These are the seconds i wish i had back. The ones trying to drown out confusion. The sheer dis-solution of it all. Trust is cheap. Action is expensive. I somtimes ponder on if i would be cost less for me to kill myself. Living and dealing and hoping and playing the game. It all wears too hard. Sorry for the shitty entry. -thom