how is it 1:30pm how is it that i just asked the greatest questions of all and the fucking radio thing wouldnt work how is it that the words coming from the right people are so wrong and the words coming from those who are so far away are so right
who are you i was asked i have no idea i thought i thought i was someone cool but im not. i thought i was something sorta good and sorta important but so not true.
there are very few people who i have trusted in my life when it comes right down to it. and by trust i mean shared everything with. including the concept of trust.
i had two grandmothers who never took excuses. one did it in a very angry uptight hit you with a purse way one did it with a look that would slice you in half.
and they would beat excuses out of your head and youd get to a point where youd just do everything.
all i know is sometimes you dont wanna open up any doors sometimes you dont want people to shine a light in your dusty corners you dont want the devil to show you the obvious which is
youre barely even a blogspot blogger
youre almost a livejournaler.
youre practically nothing.
and when you die
you better hope that you are allowed to have whatever you want on your tombstone
cuz that will be the only thing left for people to remember you by
and if anyone wants to piss on my grave, look for the rocks that look like a huge log of cow shit