bloging under the influence

never turns out good

ya ya

I know how to geet down und boogie ya?

panoramic intrusions
misbegotten arrangements


the thrill of this pain in exhilarating

in the morning

3:45 am
and I am walking down empty city streets
the ground is wet
clouds overhead drifting effortlessly across the spotlight moon
and somewhere deep in the distance
a car alarm peals
then silence surrounds me
with nothing but my foot steps to listen to
I begin to hum a tune I haven't thought about in years
slowly the words come back to me
and before to long
I am singing to myself

sick busy tired

As of late I have been one of those three things.