thirtyseven.

the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. the way to mine is through cigarettes and wine.

How did i get here?

this damn phone meesage thing isn't working! It pisses me off that I'm so techtarded!

If it were up to me...

I'd rather not have deep heart-felt discussions while under the influence. It makes everything so much more intense. And makes me think of how bad my OWN problems are. I'd like to avoid thinking about them. At all costs. So it really is me, and not you. Quit thinking about it so much.

thirtysix

you know how i get, you know how i second guess. i need you to tell me that sometimes falling is okay. i need you to be happy that im falling, that im moving, that i can live without you.

r.e.m.

we dont need to speak, because we are one and we are beautiful.

same as it ever was

Dezi doing make up is my sewing machine.

thirtyfive.

why would you walk into the lion's den, when you know your addiction lies within? you get off easy inside the cave, you don't see the people fighting to get you out. meth induced ignorance is bliss.

lost at sea

I am thankful for cannabis!
happy thanksgiving.
psh.

thirtyfour.

if i hear Christmas music today i will punch something.

a hard goodbye.

as soon as you appeared you were there. you're leaving tonight and i should have told you. but at least we get these moments, and memories of dark streets and monsters that weren't there.

Hah!

I think you forgot what I told you.

You may have been tired, drunk, stoned, or a mix of all three.

This next week? Gonna be a blast.

today and before.

dirty hippie sweaters
regurgitated stories
tall men in short houses

thirtythree.

it was what it was. lesson learned.