Why should I wait?
I’m drinking water.
So why should I wait?
Why should I code?
What should I leave out?
Why ask the void for advice?


Not sure what I got up for.
I guess the music inspired me.
I’m fargone enough to write just for myself now. I guess.
Hey, we’ve had some good times together, you and me, haven’t we?
Remember that DPT trip? Although, I eventually posted it on the lycaeum.
What cojones, wow. Or a serious lack of style. Or perhaps I had more style than I knew what to do with. Well, you know, state boundaries. That’s me. That’s my solo act, right?
State boundaries, at the arabesque burlesque, a farce of an old paradigm parody – oh god, too many freaky memories, nevermind, shut it off. yeah, it’s fucked these days, isn’t it? i’m sick, and driving myself insane – like the world isn’t insane enough – well it’s all a rich tapestry – wow, maybe intentional chocolate will make it all better - - yeah? every night i hope for some relief from the void – and it doesn’t come – i’m more alone each night than the night before – falling on deaf ears

i wish i could be one of those people who can be deaf, like i was in better times – the sucking chest wound is loud, it really sucks, i hear it suck every night, air into a vacuum, leaving me with nothing to breath - what am i gonna do with the drunken saile r? i guess it would be good to be itchy and sleepy, maybe i should appreciate that? to be able to itch and sleep at the same time – that’s a luxury