apocalynx

ahh, yes. so the holidaze are over, i woke up and suddenly it was 2005. "okay then," i said. "back to bed for me."
well, not really. it was more like, "whooo! WHOOO!" *drink*
and then i woke up, and then it was 2005.
"okay then," i said, downing a glass of water. "hey mike. you up? dude. let's blaze in this hotel room, my head feels friggen awful."
but hey, it was montreal, so nooobody cared. yeah!
ahh, the ups and downs of exes who are new best friends and apartment life and trying to deal with college transfer crap. but hey! portland's a totally cool city, so i can dig it. oh, and the guitar. she keeps me busy allllllll day long


or maybe midnight parasites will not allow that crucial connection to direct to present specs and suspend all senseless measures, no end to this beginning and no beginning to this end, i guess i'll spend the next ten years attending dreams in bed, and if our stocks are shocked or locked by a crippling depression, i'll stick with introspection and exist for quick detection, subsist on canned fruit sections and abandon uncouth mannerisms. so slice like lightning, strike and fight straight through this lifeless night. as long as knives and bites and ice suffice to make things right. as long as abraxas' female half says sweet dreams, tucks me in tight

*murrr*
and *peace*