*Static*

oh, these last couple of weeks...

I swear....they have driven me to drink...literally. yeah yeah yeah yeah...

Are the periods annoying you yet?

Seriously, I'm a bit whooped right now. I know your supposed say how you are sailing through the seas of cheese and all that but my ass just feels broke down. I've seen cars being towed away that were in better shape than I am. Too many fucking problems. Not enough fucking. My head is caned. My soul is adrift and I am not sure where I am going to land right now.

I guess you stick around...for something...or waiting for something to change.

Will it? Won't it> now there is some fucked up grammar!

Not sure if the life I Have now is the one or kind that I want. Perhaps I should move away-start over somewhere else. become a shadow. moving through the absence of light. I pass through all colors on my way to the one, to that color that paints the whole world while you watch. Look on and see them swirl.

My tree is getting old. Lots of rings there deep inside me. could I rip myself open? with a knife? let my sap run out to collect in some drain while my leaves dried and were thrown to the winds. like those diner-stop resturant placemat mazes, not every path you choose leads to way out or the grand prize. Sometimes you get stuck at a dead end-or the path you chose gets close but just out of reach? and it all crumbles back into the sea like sand at high tide. (monitor turns off)