But is it art?
No.
Its Friday.
Thank fuck.
Yes, I said “peeps”
Moving along…
Yes, I said “peeps”
Moving along…
Yes, I said “peeps”
Moving along…
So everyone has a blog.
Nobody cares about your damn blog.
We all just care about our own damn blog.
Blogs are as common as toilet paper, but you still have to wipe your arse.
So read my blog.
genuinely care.
There are a handful of them around. They sit in your circle of trust. The
reason they care, the only reason they care is because you care, about them.
No other reason. Unless they are psycho. That can happen. Welcome to my life
Population: about 1000.
People that care: 6, maybe 7.
And me. That’s 8. Half of you need a hug. Some of you need a shag. Most of you need a good
cry.
I DON’T CARE.
Brent.
As numb as I feel right now
I look out over the grey skies Over the corrugate warehouses I’m as productive as my pulse allows All I want is sleep On leather seats Behind tinted glass my heated ass, the sounds of Florence. Take a deep breath Release a shallow sigh Roll my eyes again Is this what it feels like, death? Force to push on Another life calls Were my choices wrong Wish I had the balls.
Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device, so please excuse any typo’s made with my man-size fingers on the teeny weeny keyboard
Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device, so please excuse any typo’s made with my man-size fingers on the teeny weeny keyboard
