longblackbangs

if you want a happy note look to the last journal because it is lost on this one...

so...any hope that has been semi-discovered over the last week has since been lost. the people that are visiting with my roommate are testing my strenght of how long those six-pack muscles of mine - whatever the scientific name is of those things- can hold my lunch and wisky. If you come to my house please don't talk the religion of your right leaning politics...please don't "blame" my thoughts on the city that I live in. If you are gonna sleep in my house and eat my food then it is not a good idea to take Elliott Smith off the turntable to put in your bullshit...I will cut you.

Dear Houseguest,
I can tell you right now that the groves on that record mean more to me than your thoughts - the ones your inbreed parents pushed into your head - ever will.


I know it's hard for a single person to fold queen size bed sheets...

...You know that like the the bump on the back of your neck.
It sucks the leaves from the trees.
And by the time the snow is melting
they always find four or five bodies hanging by belts
from the train trestles,
or in empty parking lots,
slit wrists turning what's left of the snow into cherry Slushy.
-Why?
Broken Crow


It is only a matter of time before we can all wave it goodbye though,,,

I actually am working on a writing that I am pretty happy with, plus I drew a picture that I like. If you "sing and sing of such awful things" for long enough sometimes something will be produced I guess...in very small dosages...but a dose none the less.

-billy