scarred hands, scarred mind, apologetic mood, sorry for not being everything, tired of the symptoms associated with life. slow at work, all too fast after hours. heaven may come, snowblind. she is my heaven i can taste her cum. bush being nice? i'm piqued, i am, i will wait and watch and see. there are two solutions: either pick it up and hit it against something solid, or pick up something solid and hit it. aphex2win he said when the revolution comes, they'll keep me on, for sure. the best thing in the world? coffee and cigarettes. you could go on a diet... OR buy a bigger couch. tell me once, show me once, watch me twice and leave me the fuck alone. i said i love you, and i swear, i still do impart my thoughts on: -god; -ciggies *did you inspire the ones you knew, make a difference to those who knew you?* it's all for you. for her riffs rip through my head long and loud sweet and maliciouly trajik comparative silnce immersed in a world of chaotic noise focus on the vast expanses of rain cloud pleasantly calming, numbing shelter from ____________ the chatter in the back of my mind: silenced by focus. pre-night: mopey pre-noon, thoughtful after-noon (the day after) "the wee small hours": numbly conscious, capable but drowsy morning: irritable and defiant afternoon: mung parties: outgoing i guess you could call those worknotes, work points (something to do with work) you can work with em if you want, i thinks i see a poem in there already. oh well, all for tonight _R0b