johnf1nk

Nothing really interesting to report, I got a new peice of ink, I got drunk, I got stone, I got tired, I stoped thinking.

Guitars got rebuilt.. yay, about damned time, I have been waiting on the pieces for like a month, total pisser, but now all is good, even though Im not going to play them my writing is just to completly off to get any any thing out of, too damn disjoinded for comfort.

*seeing you laying there, dreaming of what can never be. I can't find it in my self, to let you be so comfortable, to let you be so free, so selfishly I scream.......

I ... hate every.. me... I just cant see. what it is you find.. looking at me so prommising, never filled with doubt.. I wish that could have a glance at what is you feel towards me, my empyness hollowing me out. I cant.. be.... your some thing..... I hate how much you care for me, even when I screw up.. I hate how much you smile for me, when Im being a total fool.. but most of all I hate every thing me, especialy when it comes to you.*