I was killing before killing was cool.
This is the most boring shit ever.
Kicking it old school.
Best portrait of me ever.
I’m on your tumblr, stealing your fotos.
i beat apple chess in 4 moves today. im officially depressed.
50 things.
These are 50 things I will do this year.
- Finish working on the yard.
- Pay down my debt to less than 5,000 dollars.
- I will no longer allow people to walk on me.
- I will learn how to use my video editor.
- I am going to write a book.
- Repair the bathroom floor.
- Sell my collectibles as part of my ongoing pursuit to shed my past griefs.
- I will listen to Tom Waits obsessively.
- I will quit smoking cigaretees. Maybe.
- TBE/C
This is the look on my face when I have reached critical mass. Its just not fun to pick up the cards off the floor by yourself. 52 card pickup is supposed to be a group activity.
The feeling sinking in.
This is the feeling sinking in. The feeling of the end.
The blood has flowed its course, dispersed its fuel made its way.
On its way back home to resupply and do its loyal duty.
Only to find its best friends have been fucking around with water.
Unforgiving the water refuses to leave its new host without a fight.
The blood gives up. The lungs have betrayed themselves and everything else.
Brain dies. Blood cries. The blood is left without a job. No home. No country.
Just a faded memory of the wonderful things it once did.
Realization #1. Nobody cares.
