i really have no hopes and dreams.

i like drinking.

i like painting.

i have no real friends here..

so that is ok.


i hate the morning.. i just get to feel sick all day..

i get to talk to Natalie and she hangs up on me.

i though about driving to texas and killing myself on her doorstep as a joke.

its only funny to me though.


my avitar is what i do.

i paint alone.

i havent a TV.

i havent a PS2, nor an XBOX.

or a DVD player..

i can afford cheap pannels of wood.

i can afford drawing on a building...

its all alone though..

strangers will say nice job..

no real friend in site..

i wont ever be anything..


you have a lot of liberties when you are worthless.

i want to be homeless anywhere but the US.

i suppose i have a dream.

to be homeless..

live in a cave.

paint in the cave.

nothing else.

Dreams


Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.

Langston Hughes