I hate that situations where I'm given the chance to prove my alliegance (Well actually, I'm not sure what it was a had to prove) are compromised by something. In this case, me being too stoned and drunk to help my own friend in need. I dont know. Predicaments. So much good and so much bad in one night.

This entire movement has been a diary entry.

Im never too sure about these things.

It never seems to work out how i figure it.

I've been really happy lately. I like it.

Im blind.

Let's all put our wax lips on and pretend that we're all having lots of fun for the sake of whoever. Laughter and whispers have caused ears to sprout in the back of my head and have me feeling like i'm standing on a trap door. Please pass the howareyou's.

Daaaammmnnn. Alias knows what's up.

Being sick is wack. Being bored is wacker.

Sac tommorow. Yes! Something to look forward to. Hopefully.

Dear Martian,

Leave this land and beam back up to your spaceship. Why do you want to hurt a beat, one-eyed man? It doesn't matter. Nothing ever matters.

yours truly,
someone significant