I'm gunna drink until I can't drink any more I'm gunna wallow in the bull$hit that makes me mad All of it F<ck the gratitude I'm goin' straight in for hate tonight Spill it ****t it Tongue in cheek it With pursed lips and squinted eyes
except for the few if not but one who sees you for who you truly are or reads you for what you are and even then you are lucky if it’s not of a dream or delusion
*as I **** and stitch and glue the atrocities, lies, arrogance & love into my hobbies * ….
I don't know what to say other than I'm glad to be back. I've been wondering what I did with my time. Then I realised I was writing. Writing it all down. So. Here I am. Back on the black board. Rub it off? Leave it there. whateva But. Here we go. Again.