.othr peple.

Good friends

Tattoos

Flat tires

Commute

Magical streets

Cute girls

Tasty satin

Old glasses

Title Fight

Lemuria

Vroom

Reflect

Sleep

s h i t h e a d

I should of been born a monster in the deepest depths of nothingness.

W i s h e S

Imagination please come back. I miss you.

Getting weed again...fuck booze...but not fully.

Presence

I miss writing. The simple idea of making yourself known to the public. To people who do or don't know you. Your life. When life seems so hard you can create and feel alive and admired. I don't have that any more....all I have now is to prove to myself that I'm living. How do I do that.....another beer please and give me a cig while I think it over. Tomorrow is another day to prove to myself something that I don't know yet.

Be easy.