I am like a fucking rat going through a maze with no end in sight. I have a dictionary and I have a bathtub and electic guitars but what the fuck is the point of life if you can't grasp it? and lately I just can't grasp life.
I wake up feeling okay but wondering why I'm alive and the little things like great coffee and wine are what has been pulling me through. And then I cry about stupid shit like Wharf making a very human statement on Star Trek.
But at the same time I have this great strength to take anything and make it mine and at these times I feel like there is no one that can even touch me. And I recede.
Fuck. I don't know. Maybe I'm just mopey because the woman I though I would marry... well, things just didn't work out after three years. And now I just lope through life like a lost balloon.
Bowie rocks the shit! maybe I'll sing rock and roll suicide tonight.
I wake up feeling okay but wondering why I'm alive and the little things like great coffee and wine are what has been pulling me through. And then I cry about stupid shit like Wharf making a very human statement on Star Trek.
But at the same time I have this great strength to take anything and make it mine and at these times I feel like there is no one that can even touch me. And I recede.
Fuck. I don't know. Maybe I'm just mopey because the woman I though I would marry... well, things just didn't work out after three years. And now I just lope through life like a lost balloon.
Bowie rocks the shit! maybe I'll sing rock and roll suicide tonight.
http://www.rockstartees.com/guys_details.php?ID=12
that seems like good advice; thanks. something may work out. or not; whatever. watch out for herds of small animals and the like clinging to you as you walk benevolently down the street...