Friday, July 2, 2010

Brains are far from sane. Mind games are better then rocking a berretta. Blast there goes my past. I want change to last few years... Shoot myself in the head and fuck off to somewhere nicer. The old became new over night and the spark ignited again over the same caring is sharing fight.

This time last year I was here bantering the same shit just over another dear who chooses self absorbers’ over heart warmers. The good guys came last and the finish line greeted them with a kick in the face and a black eye. The bad guys never die.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

So Hollow Too Solid

The one in which I follow is nothing but a swallow gobbled up by others that are hollow. Solid ones are heavy so when they race the hollow ones always come in first place. Sitting behind I go blind with envy and wait for firsts become seconds and descend to thee. Not to say that the day will come I know that my future is nothing and thus I succumb, to the petty weight of another hollow one.