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Monday, May 01, 2006

People can die from an excessive dose of the truth.
You say you want a revolution, man
And I say you`re full of shit.
We`re disposable teens.

I become so uncharacteristically myself these days. My tired old heart is sighing a hell lot more often than usual. I am so goddamn tired of my work. It gets so mechanical I`m becoming all stiff.-think tin man, wizard of oz- Other people think all`s alive and well but I see dead things floating around everyday. It`s spooking the shit out of me. No wonder I feel dead. For all I know I might be surrounded by zombies.

I think I`m hallucinating and suffering from attacks of schizophrenia. I sure sound like it. Ah fuck I`ve almost forgotten how good it feels to be drunk.

I don`t care if your world is ending today
Because I wasn`t invited to it anyway
You said I tasted famous, so I drew you a heart
But now I`m not an artist I`m a fucking work of art.




12:17 AM