suicidal_george

I came home today with a million things to write about. Adventures have been a foot. Well, little a-dventures. Well, maybe they're more anecdotal than adventurous... hmm... Well i came home intending to write something, but I suddenly became depressed. Just like that, i was sad and contemplating Ragnarok.

Endings. Winter. Death.

Ya know, brooding. I wanted to get that bottle of 151 down off the fridge and work up a nice hate-on with some razor blades. Instead, i smoked the last pinch of smokables and ate the last bar of icecreamables. Now I've got a very old lady on my mind and I'm suddenly aware of how the sun is going down while the rain is picking up. William is laying at my feet behind the wheels of my chair and he's sniffing the air with me as the warm rainy breeze flaps that cheap bamboo blind in my window.

It makes me think of how spring follows winter follows spring and how in the sun's slow death we find life. I'm going to go practice my guitar, so i'll save the rummy journal entries for another day.

I'm sorry about not commenting in your journals, mi amigos. Please don't spank the monkey.