and i'm liking this blog software less and less and not even as much.
June 2007 Archives
okay, i admit it. i care. i really care. happy now?
I'm going to enjoy every second of it.
quite the opposite, son...your shit is far from pure. you're an eggwash. you're a saline solution. you are, in fact, distilled. your primary self is dispersed, and you better pull your shit together if you want to survive.
i am becoming distilled.
i can feel strange tinglings in my sinew, the tearing away of the non-belongers.
locked in to the journey. i have a stack of records ten miles high and an oracle indexer so i can instantly flip the song of my life. whatever is needed.
it's just a bit more quiet.
not in my head. my head rages by the minute, hour, and day. but someone stole my voice. or, perhaps i'm the man in the box.
But never ever ever ever am I eatin' fuckin' pork.
i shot the sun, baby.
