nes

one more night in indiana. i sometimes really love this place. something about the flat lands that i do love. then there are things here i hate. nothing like being in the bible belt and not wanting to where pants(so to speak), but then there are worse things.

i'm going to get more tattoo work done tomorrow....maybe. that is very cool. if we do some work, i will probebly get the rest of my forarm done. i'm also going to see coheed and cambria on friday. that is going to be very awsome.

i leave you with a poem:

There is safety in numbers,
Or so they say.

I drifted past my slumber.
I say the dead march in numbers.
And though the wise man lumbers,
The ignorant move swift and free.

There is safety in numbers.

My mind found the rich.
The wise found their nichein tv.
For who needs to bleed
When we could all just breed?
I feel deceived, but that is ok.

There is safety in numbers.

Listen to the moment.
Listen to its cry.
It feeds the young,
And watches the old ones die.
It told eve to eat fruit.
It told Truman to drop the bomb.
It told me to love you.
So now we know the moments wrong.
Wrong.

There is safety in numbers.


peace and love