nali

Living Has Everything To Do With Dying

Funeral Saturday


Hank III Sunday



Anomalous Good Times



I've been taking pictures like a motherfucker. Keeps the mind busy, creates memories, easier than a journal blah blah blah eh.
Sure, she was pretty miserable and very evil, but I still loved her. Now she's dead and I'm finally free for the first time (again). It's weird. Which is probably also how I look wandering around in a daze everywhere. The world looks really vivid and I feel like I'm looking at it through the eyes of a newborn.
Actually (not to "be like that") I feel a lot of things all at once and thanks to the car accident I'm riding around town on my bike re-enacting a childhood long since over. Saying good-bye is easy after 17 years of doing it.

My life is, has and will always be a fucking trip only I'm qualified to take.



P.S.- GO PITTSBURGH!

Fuck you Red Wings. Sure you made it to the cup, but you know what second place is?
FIRST PLACE LOSER!