I miss my rock station, but I still have the internet. I know people that are truly hurting, so my emotional crap doesn’t mean shit in the big picture. My mind likes to play games? At least I’m still around. For now at least. It took a funeral to make me feel alive. I love […]
Learn to jump rope.
Week 649 for Unconscious Mutterings. Forgive and :: remember the bastard’s name Midnight :: madness Overcast :: looks like rain Church :: steeple Banner :: David Hybrid :: Toyota Immoral :: majority Sugar :: pour some on me 1800 :: tequila (right? that’s a thing? Tell me that’s a thing) Futuristic :: costumes Trying to […]