st_eve_bc

sometimes, in certain situations, like climbing out of the sticky womb, into the world smooth, eyes squinted shut, all you can hope is that you end up on your bottom

sometimes, like when your dying on the inside, you have to say and do certain things that dont come out very smooth, getting you into a sticky predicament, close your eyes, this is gonna hurt, all you can hope for is that its over soon (ex. fist waved at you, they keep waiting to hit you, so you cant be prepaired, you shout out FUCKING HIT ME!)

when, like your brain, is like really hungry, and your um. starving for attention, information, conversation, itellectual rekindling to your burning desire to be amongst the educated class. you have to pick up a spoon, or not, breath air, suck it in, and force feed that maze of grey matter until it sticks to the ribbons of your dna

lol, listening to "castaway, by Minus 3"


they are a local group, as in from the Twin Cities, they actually kick some ass in my life.