Burn the fields
Salt the lakes
Concentrate prayer
The gathering weak
Wail for release.

what did you do at your job today? me, I just made tank parts.

My ass getting off probation party! March 4th my house. Beers and stuff.

I had a dream I cut my hair, I woke up feeling a sense of loss.
I only excited about one thing now. Going back to school. SAD.

No it's not fucking right. I have every right to be upset, and maybe I am projecting but fuck. Just like little magnets hovering course bumping and clinging to close and familiar. Fuck people's feelings just fuck 'em.

I can't fucking wait.
First day I'm off I'm coming to your house and smash your fucking teeth out and make you swallow them.
I have to quit drinking.
My hand is swollen, something is broke in it.
Fuck. Worst year. Worst fucking year.

Fuck everyone thinking it's a new beginning.
Fuck waking up with a broken pinky knuckle.

If your hope is only peace and love, you end up discarding most of what you're made of.

New phone # 586-216-8044, thats how you call me now.

I went to my work X-mas party today, I got really drunk and told everyone off. I drink too much ( Read more... )