I've been too wrapped up in life to step back and be depressed and write shitty emo poetry.
Time for something new.
Been dealing with a lot of pathetic people and their shit. Like I don't have my own. As of this moment, I have 666 songs on my iPod. haha. crazy. It's 6:07 and the street light across the street just came on. None of this is relevent.
I am the Walrus.
zombies. hippies. drugs. glamour. fashion. girls with pink hair. irony. new music. friends. parties. grinding. pimps...hoes. rock & roll. drama. enemies. forgiveness. the future. avoidance. shoppping. too many pairs of sunglasses. breakdowns. dreams. lions. apartments in NYC and figuring it all out now. slow down. letters. promises. confessions. moshing. head banging. concert buddies...drinking buddies. church, frost bite. therapist. honesty. writing. ideas. growing up and out of this town. feeling trapped. routine. walking. exhaustion. trannys. making up our own phrases. alter egos.
all of this has gone down in the last week. being an enthusiastic participant in life is interesting.
This is it kids.
