its an ordinary day...

breathe in

something feels hollow. i don't know quite what it is yet (feer the creep), but i just know that something isn't right here.

no this isn't another ill thought out semi-political tirade. its just me. being frumpy. sometimes i just want to be frumpy, to sit at home and be this way.

and i have this nice little place to share it all with you.

breathe out

why do i focus so much on going to the bar? why do i focus on this endless pursuit of spirits and acceptance. mabye its in my rearing. maybe its society. maybe i just want a beer.

nebulize

peeping tom - mojo