too much in my head, and no way really to write it all down. it's a pink floyd kind of day. it feels like it's been like this for years. the gray and dark. the damp and gloom. endless tragedy parades as newpaper print and perky helmut haired talking heads on the television...smile smile smile as you announce some man lit his puppies on fire. smirk as you tell the gory details about the duct tape body found in the park...blown up soldiers, planes crashing down.
i'm so heavy.
it's so heavy.
i need to lie down.
i could easily be an alcoholic. i'm shooting for numb. i'm sorry for being a downer. i guess i take it all too hard.