Here it is Wednesday morning, about ten after 5 in the am to be exact. The whole fucking town is crashed out and here I am mind racing. I'd actually like to listen to some music right about now. I'm either in the mood for some various shit from a black bible CD or Led Zepplin. The fucking problem is that I can't find any of my Zepplin. Its like the older the rock CDs I possess the quicker they disappear, fucking hell, I can find a CD I bought three days ago, in the John, on the counter, on the sofa, in the kitchen sink. The sooner I buy a CD the more it is ever before me.
I should think of something cool to do this weekend, maybe more ink or something, who the fuck knows. Anyway enough for now, I"m gonna smoke a cigarette and try to lie back down be we all know who wins. The insomniacs have it of course.......L8er........Aj
I should think of something cool to do this weekend, maybe more ink or something, who the fuck knows. Anyway enough for now, I"m gonna smoke a cigarette and try to lie back down be we all know who wins. The insomniacs have it of course.......L8er........Aj