zombieshark

impatiently awaiting the end of this mess. all i want is a one way ticket home. this life is a chore, i'm getting kinda tired of all this fooling around. my hands are swollen, and sore... and i'd really like to have a couple drinks. won't you point me towards the exit, please? please, won't you? i just want to go home.

it's said "home is where the heart is." mine is beneath a pile of stones.