"three feet wide and six feet deep he replied, and ive dug my fair share of em...."

food losing appeal quickly, winters setting in and breaking my will.... pretty pictures are just lines until someone loves them.....

I never want to be remembered, to be remembered means that i'm dead and i plan to live forever...

If i woke in another place... far away... another time... would you still haunt my morning thoughts? My mood swings like a pendulum,.... i swagger between life enhancement and self destruction...

i used to like to think that if my heart emitted a sound it would come out something like a piano, starting low and steady ... dancing up the keys to a joyful stride.... sliding up and down the ivory veins to a rhythm only i tap my fingers to ,.....lately its just been thumping around in there like a washing machine in jail...