Totally fucking cried tonight!

rape me, my friend.

I just had pizza so-greasay; I’m not gonna shit right for a week, but that is irrelevant. Not in the least bit interesting. Which brings me to my point with the quickness. I am up to absolutely nothing “interesting.”

Let me take a minute to project something. Starting your life; at 23 is not appealing i suppose. A late start to say the least. It’s a true test when your reputation proceeds you as a human wrecking ball. You want to lay bricks down now, but you are already doing it on a tipsy foundation. Of ruins.

Overcoming this struggle; becomes your mission time and time again. All the while you realize one fact. You are cursed with constantly aching within every bone; to defile that which you are trying to build. You can never fully devote your full attention to the construction, because you remain obsessed through all phases - on its eventual destruction. That’s fucking pain. You are a cripple.

In other news.

I have been working like a mad man, recording music, celebrating freedom, writing, and reading. I’m about to move and ill need a futon; and as soon as home base is set up and looking photo-shoot fresh… I need to get some summer traveling under my belt. Fuck bitches … Get money. Stay positive.

I feel so kafkaesque. I smile; I stare at glass. Constantly. I womanize (girls) as I shake from staring at women. I destroy myself whenever I write. I Build myself up whenever I speak. I feel my father in everything; look for my mother in all the wrong places. Constantly purchase “masks” knowing full and well I can never. Change. What my face is.