it's been awhile since i've seen you smile.
But now you've come back again...

This message of sorts has been brought to you by the I will punch you in the face corporation. Head right on via the pinkness and tell her how much ye missed me.

Let's establish something: now. Or attempt to. Get to it.
Hand guns, brain damage, and bollywood midgets kicking the robot.
Listening to Ween with older girls with moustaches, flipping through the monstrous manual hunting for hand drawn tits.
I'm roleplaying in your vampire game and everything boils down to sex. I'm growing uncomfortable i'm only 16 and you're all 20. Toss on the Green Jelly VHS. Work up a palatable escape plan.
I throw my dice in the dishwasher. Hope for Days of Future Past. Discuss my favorite X-Men.
Pissing in the wind w/ nostalgia.

Yesterday was our cities official celebration. They call it Irish Day, and I call it the let's piss in the street and get hammered day. It's our Groundhog's Day. Will there be more winter? Is there a shot in hell of surviving the next year? Nothing in the sort of my usual, drunkenfest romancing, the days much too complicated for such schemes. My King Arthur knights of the round table recruitment drive for an upcoming alcohol themed podcast furthered. New fashionable usages of belts in the securing of 12 packs discovered. Dance like you know you can't. Rock the bodies of unsuspecting idiots.

Go to school again. All the loans, unpurchased books cuz i'd rather google it, holy shit faces when they find out i'm 24. But you look so young, but I feel like i'm dying. Let's share a cigarette, 7 dollar bottles of liquor wearing my coats inside pocket like a glove wondering why everyone's talking about handguns and cocaine.

Black finish murderone. I'm packin' don't get nervous it's my first time. Pull the tinfoil out reveal the next 20 death sticks. Snap the cap off wonder why tomorrow my stomach hurts right now.

In the end we'll all fall in love with ghosts.