tis that dreadful day again.

does anyone remember?

in the distance, the train is coming. the only detail of its arrival is left to the faint rumbling of the rails under the summer sun. i can feel it, but it really is only because i forgot that pill yet again. save for the physical deterrence of my neglect, i often accept this arrival with open arms. the acceptance is not necessarily out of numbness, its due to the recognition of emotion. i can feel the anger rising inside, as the water in my well is lifted toward the sky in my worn, quite overused bucket. the water never quite reaches the outside world, i could not ever let it free. i package the water into neat, tidy, small zip-locked bags in which i throw into a styrofoam container in which i could never comprehend. as the time travel paradox is now in full swing, satan is chasing me around wal-mart with his son and i can not get people to listen to me. the cognitive dissonance is cramping the wrinkles in my brain. the store is closing. i have a gun. two in fact. but the eyes all around me are damp, overflowing with the red water. the wheels and cogs may turn in favor of my depth, but the train is coming to a halt. i collapsed yet again. yet again i collapsed. i did succumb to its call. and i cried. but no tears would release their zipped locks.

God what is becoming.....

best band ever. seriously.

i havent updated in a while. honestly i dont really care either

i moved to denton.

come to my house.

umm bye