quasi_sean

I really don't like sitting here feeling dizzy and shaking, but I have no choice and until I go to sleep I'll listen to AFI and howl at the moon and run around in circles and pick my own brain looking for bugs and pieces of glass that may be still lodged in there from the great car crash of 1993 in the lonely Arizona desert mountains and I swear I may still find some and I'll keep it on a paper plate and feed it to the enemas that still come over looking for hangovers that they think I owe them from 1986 or years around then, but this is all I can give them, so let them bow before me and I let them choose a piece and watch them look at it, confused before tossing it away and leaving my life forever.
oh well, fuck them all, and i might sleep better.