Aftermath

Survival is all perception.

These old stories keep me awake all night.

Tomorrow, I ride.

Midnight Trains

Got to get around the bend. Got to run to the edge. Got to pull muscles. Got to sweat it out. Got to sell. Got to buy. Got to wake up. Got to move. Got to do. Now. Otherwise we drown. Go.

More Hunny

Every year ends in a cosmic wipe out. That time of the year is now. If I survive this weekend I'll be a very happy me. Which I'm told has a tendency to go on MASSIVE HUMPING SPREES, and so should be kept away from, well, everything. Especially outlets.

so yeahs, schoolz tuff but what what else is new.

Yours truly,

THE LORD

this post

This post was made in a short period of time while I was under extreme duress.

I felt It was a good distraction at the time. Albeit, a cynical display.

I soon ran out of ideas. Then, I got one, typed it out and then ran out again.

That was it.

I'm incredibly impatient at times, and at others not so much.

And so my ambivalence continues.

Suddenly the extreme duress no longer is a problem. And so, the evening is mine.

All mine.

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