seldon

I gotta get out of this town. I hear the silent whispering of a world I can only dream of at this point, calling me to places where THINGS happen, where LIFE pulses at a rate that the half-asleep fucks in this town can even fathom. Every so often I get a glimpse of the world outside the asylum, where people are deeper than what they had for lunch and what the minister said on sunday. no hating on food or religion, but its all people around here care about. chicken and jesus. jesus indeed.