Well, there's preachers in the pulpits and babies in the cribs
I'm longin' for that sweet fat that sticks to your ribs
I'm gonna buy me a barrel of whiskey - I'll die before I turn senile
Well, I cried for you - now it's your turn, you can cry awhile
Sorry about all the quotes, writing is reflective and when you are in the midst of upheaval it's all you can do just to hold on. Behind the melancholy, the obsession and the fear my heart is held aloft by the knowledge that things will soon be better than I could have imagined. For now I do what so many have done before me, I dive into the streets, immerse myself in humanity, the streets are the only faithful love I have ever had, soothing me more than her warm body ever could. The words of Orwells companion in Parisian poverty rings in my head, "Courage mon ami, courage!" If you can't see me it's because I am still, the word spins around me, the gears have stopped, the machine needs oil. She was right I am a glutton for pain, a romantic masochist, and she is, was my personal sadist. Does a snake feel pain when it sheds it's skin?
I'm longin' for that sweet fat that sticks to your ribs
I'm gonna buy me a barrel of whiskey - I'll die before I turn senile
Well, I cried for you - now it's your turn, you can cry awhile
Sorry about all the quotes, writing is reflective and when you are in the midst of upheaval it's all you can do just to hold on. Behind the melancholy, the obsession and the fear my heart is held aloft by the knowledge that things will soon be better than I could have imagined. For now I do what so many have done before me, I dive into the streets, immerse myself in humanity, the streets are the only faithful love I have ever had, soothing me more than her warm body ever could. The words of Orwells companion in Parisian poverty rings in my head, "Courage mon ami, courage!" If you can't see me it's because I am still, the word spins around me, the gears have stopped, the machine needs oil. She was right I am a glutton for pain, a romantic masochist, and she is, was my personal sadist. Does a snake feel pain when it sheds it's skin?
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i think that my problems are trivial in light of what is going on in the world. today i was complaining about feeling uncomfortable in the crowds at ikea. what a sad situation. it is all relative and as i watched enough water to keep 5 people alive for three days drain out of my bathtub i realized how truly blessed i am. that is relative, too.
i had a moment and then i started changing my life. since the "plan" involves formal education it was fairly easy to do the math. one year to recover, two years in school, two years interim license... viola five years.