skitzjones

So, I am not looking to complain, and I hope I don't seem like that's all I've been doing lately... but holy crap... this has been an abysmal few days and it capped off with an outstandingly shitty monday.
Woke up with my cornea torn open (recurring injury from iraq), then found that the dog had crapped on the steps that lead to my room...
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Who wants to go get lost in the desert with me? I think I'm somewhere out there wandering and I need to be found...

posted this elsewhere but it's all that's on my mind right now
i'm 13 days from the 2 year anniversary of filing my disability claim with the va for all of the concussions i got while in the military as well as all of the other issues stemming from my service. 2 years struggling with almost every aspect of my daily life, and about 7...
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Woke up feeling off and fighting to get out of bed. Class in an hour and 1/2. Texas and I are killing this motor, so at least I know I'll fall back into the groove once I get to class and get a wrench in my hand. Class is becoming one of the things I look forward to during the day. And karaoke tonight will...
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You want a comedian with a poets soul
I could be funny but I guess you'll never know
You never shut your mouth long enough to hear me speak
The only time you ever listen is when we're being deep
You want protection from the difficult times
And then you run off to those difficult guys
I just can't shield you from all your uncut...
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Sympathy for Courtney Love



We made You.
You widow/martyr/villain we built you in the image we needed
Your love having suffered at the hands of self-manifested illness and
the desire for/repulsion from
fame
fame
fame
infamy from Your infirmary
the sickness to treat the sickness
We wanted our very own Sid&Nancy but You lived and
We made You suffer for it.
insisting You killed Our...
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A new poem...


I want you full of rage
blood caked fingernails
snarling smirk and venomous spit
I want you and your post-punk rebellion
I want you and your masochistic markings surgical steel
scars and ink
I want you and your residue of post-dramatic stress
I want your passionate hateful lust and
loss of control
I want that violence flashing red in your eyes
betraying...
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Who scored a 96% final grade in this clinic? This guy did. The 4.0 gpa continues with no signs of stopping. For a guy who'd never set foot on a motorcycle before this school- I'm killing it! SMJFTW. -SETS CREW-


Edit: My grade was high enough to earn me student of the course. I'm pretty proud of that

Happy Friday.
Rock out with your cock out or jam out with your clam out, whatever is applicable.



peace and love, piece and lube

~S