With a wonder and a wild desire.
Every day is worse than yesterday.
Haven't touched the stuff though. Sober and alone. Soberlone. mmmmm calzone.
Idealization, romanticism, socialism and existentialism are like the four winds for me.

What do you frocking do when you're too smart for suicide and too dumb to disconnect?

I disapointedly and disheartendly quote Sandra Bullock from "Demolition Man" when I say
"What I wouldn't do for some ACTION around here..."

I'm gonna work on saying "Oh Sugar!" instead of "Oh shit!" maybe that will buy me some heaven points.

Metaphor of my day-- "I lit a cigarette that tasted like a plumbers handkerchef"
Metaphor of my week-- "It's darker in my room than a carload of assholes"

Friday I'm invited to happa club thing again. I need a haircut like an albino needs a tan.

It's anoher day older in these exiled years.