M's blog: "yes"

don't you just wanna do it?

I'm just about stir crazy enough to get into some trouble. its not like anyone lives forever. and sometimes I just want to escape myself again and I do. and I have. and someday on this continent I call home, I will stop moving. I hope it will be in the mountains of my childhood in north carolina, but until then... I do not ever want to stop

Death, death, death comes sweeping down, filthy death the leering clown, death on wings, death by surprise, failing evil from worldly eyes, death that spawns as life succumbs, while death and love, two kindred drums, beat the time till judgement day, an actor in a passion play, without beginning, without end, evermore, amen. -Cemetery Man so, its friday, and I listen to that voice inside that says I should drink some wine and think about the good times. Where are those friends of mine, who used to talk tall shit about the cause and revolution and quiting our shitty min wage jobs and getting a message out there and then tripping balls into the night in the perpetual search for love or at least a wild time. Times, they are a changing. no place for bears to hibernate, its 70 degrees in mid november and everyone I know is 700 miles away

the deck is stacked against people like me I think a little taste of poverty would be really great for these sons of dipshits I deal with every day. I go to school on scholarships and handouts for the poor. I don't know why I think I want to be like these fucks. Selfcentered, entitled, condescending... yuppies. god, its so disgusting to hear them complain about the smells of homeless or defending corporations as victims of greedy injured poor people. It'd be crazy for me to think that only experience can give you a right to talk, but really, fuck their opinion. I am full of these contradictions, atleast in this type of gripe type.

I don't think about the future, and it happens but I'm so thirsty, I could drink the rain but I'd rather not drink today, tonight, or tommorrow morning. I just want to fuck, and smoke, and write, but I never write when I don't smoke, or drink, or fuck. its a cliche, and a joke, and a problem i've got nothing to fight I dislike more than myself.