I am the smoke the brings the cancer to your lungs
And I am the polyps in your throat
And I am the shrapnel that kills every child of war
And I am the makers of the drugs you can’t afford
I am found in every part of life
I am the sound that breaks the muscles in your ears
And I am the screen that burns your eyes
And I am the metal that took Hunter Thompson down
And I am the pebbles that sent Kurt Cobain’s head all over his greenhouse
And I am found in every part of life
And that is fine
I will be there when you die
Because death is just another part of life
Jesus mary and jerry, I’ve got a lot of crap. I think 17 boxes of LPs. A full box of 10”s. Fifteen(?) boxes of 7”s. Three or four rubermaid bins of VHS tapes, books, and DVDs. Two giant boxes of clothing. Fuck. Compared to this, moving all the label shit is going to be a cake walk.
This is the best cat if you like your cats to be really sweaty and footballshaped and disgusting
Bumping into a lot of old memories while purging the shitheap I’ve amassed over the last 7 years. Reminds me of those I’ve lost, reminds me of all the wonderful people I’ve known and things I’ve done. I hope I don’t regret getting rid of these physical reminders.
My house gets cold in a way I’ve never felt a house get cold. Life is really fucking weird. The next two weeks are going to be very intense. The third will be something different altogether.
24-31 are some prime livin’ years.
the open road
Darren Wilson is still free and still on paid administrative leave.