Simply put

I have no desire to sit around and do nothing anymore, I got my powerbook fixed so i could blog and keep up with shit more. My writing is falling off like a suicide patients on the golden gate bridge. My own pursuit of head nods and broken necks is just underway we got a long way to go and no more distractions in the form of beauties with heels made out of the hearts of other men. So she can always be walking all over them. Simply put tommorrow is a dawn of a new Crylon.

Need to blog

I am socially awkward like a mortician at carrer day. I've lost touch with this part of myself that I miss so much but years of heartbreak has left my chest battletested and callused. If we were all conjured out of the dirt to be with one another then why did god make it seem so sadomasochistic? I've been at this school for about two months or so now I go through bout of homesickness but sometimes the illustrious lights of the city seem to be bekoning me, sunlight and brids chriping have taking the place of industry and desiel engines. Its hard to not feel lonely...