Saturday, February 26, 2005 .

Don't Leave Me High
"a fight between two men is the most purest form of all conflict. it is simple, and it is beautiful. it is perfect"


there's only one way you can spell "messed up", and it's done like this M E S S E D U P.
simple. no two ways around it.


went jamming today.
take it from me, singing isn't as easy as it seems.
not with a rock band at least.
i pretty much sucked at it.


im broke.
i hate public declaration of financial embarrassment.
i am. really.
no kidding.
first time in a long time.
no need to spell out exactly how skinny my bank account is, but today's dinner is cup noodle and cereal. (stolen from the kitchen of course)
pitiful, pathetic.
dont tell me. i know.


Closer rocks by the way.
rocks would be the wrong word to use, but it's a helluva good show.
no shit.
go catch it or shoot yourself.


and guys, just in case you think im happy.
you thought wrong.
dont ask why.
i just am not.
and it's not convenient to talk about it.
to anyone.
read my lips, AANNEEEE-WWAAAANNN.
but i thank those who's instinctive reaction was to "ask why" anyway.
you are very good person.


i so want to talk about my experience with the Guards that i supported a few days back.
but no.
i dont think it right to do so.
ass-line, they suck.


as always, so much i want to say.
but too lazy to.






flying on your motorcycle, watching all the ground beneath you drop.

screaming infidelity at 9:29 PM
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