Please dont fight my battles for me.
let me do my shit , my way.

time to shower.
go to work.
canada i see you tonight.

its hard to push me.
solid as stone.
back into the cold.
i walk alone.

text me.
360 393 5639

best new years of my life.

i am sooooo stoked.
i dont want to give to much else away.
(no its not a girl)

her music these days, not so hot.

though I will never stop thinking she is a babefox

New years

whats going on?

here i am,
forsaken just as i forsook the sun,
a blend of venom and winter -
the kiss of frost and poison.

sleep. you are not my friend. that is why i avoid you until absolutely nessicary like at 6:04am.

i am always a constant of thought.
ideas that swell, late night idle.
mind over matter over mind.
over.
and out.

i have the day off tomorrow and the tattoo shop is closed. i will be bored.

broken VCR

I wore a roman helmet. dont ask.

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