until you learn to lie

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 me some distractions, so in addition to the random post here, I’m watching Sense8. Damn fine show. If you aren’t watching it, this video probably makes little sense, so get over to Netflix and fix that (warning: if you are a homophobe or dislike the Wachowskis you will hate the show, don’t bother)

highs and lows

Week 649 for Unconscious Mutterings.

  1. Forgive and :: remember the bastard’s name
  2. Midnight :: madness
  3. Overcast :: looks like rain
  4. Church :: steeple
  5. Banner :: David
  6. Hybrid :: Toyota
  7. Immoral :: majority
  8. Sugar :: pour some on me
  9. 1800 :: tequila (right? that’s a thing? Tell me that’s a thing)
  10. Futuristic :: costumes

Trying to keep my head up. Try not to be jealous of the clusterfuck that is my brain.