curbdrop out of grace

no you tell me in moris code

i haven't really blogged really in a long time. i say really because i do cheap tricks to please the diseased.

this is my life and i am reminded each time i meet someone who tells me they don't care what i do with my body, referring specifically to toxins. and i say, good, but i wish you would because if you don't and i don't then and there is no fucking guardian god watching over my every rant.

i read something funny to me today that said "suicide or O.D." that's like asking diet shit or diet imitation shit.

i still wonder what you do and where you are and if you sit and wonder what i do and where i am but then trucks start honking horns for me to blaze across the street before time runs into brick empty walls.

and it's just a matter of time before i call in quits and crawl home for bliss in a cup half full of beer with cheer for my dear dear friends which in the end is better than this. but for now i drink in merry and cartwheel off buildings pissing onto trees and swinging my cares in a haste to end quickly as fast as possible because if i don't burn out now i will fade. not that it's such a bad second hand but why not risk fate while one can and trick the clock until one day stops me in track of mind and retire to the hills where my parents call home and i call alone.

posted by fillshe @ 12:05 AM