stillatwar

Soooooooooooooo..... let's start. Can't stay, yet can't help but feel like I'm running away... Life is hard, you have to change. Sing it Shannon... When things behind this smile ain't ok... shit. Guess I gotta take a breath and try again. Funny how life is one big paradox, and it really sucks when the only good things you can take from the dead horse you've been beating is a lesson learned. I mean,... you really needed that horse to get up so you could ride away. Gotta get out and clear the head, ya know? So you start an online journal, on a punkrockporn site that you look at for release from sexual grief and to entertain your neurology away from the likes of Alex Jones and such...We're all fucked. So yeah. I'm leaving. NY to FL. Once again. Fuck this band. Fuck these concept friends. Fuck myself.... But what about all the people who really want you to stay?? Keep in touch fuckos...If ya really care, then its not such a task...Oh well....When it's time for leaving, I hope you'll understand.... At least Matt and Jerm are coming down, and I have'nt seen the Ft. Liquordale crew in way too long. Singin' on the street corner w/ my bums and a bottle of Jameson. Got's a mind full of my own so I woul'nt get wrapped up in the games your in.... askin' where we'd be without sin... my god's got the devil within. Mabey I should go ask him... I'll be right back...