Friday, May 28, 2004

Safe in my own skin?

So, guess who shouldn’t drink when a little cloud comes floating by and settles and squeezes life from its very source and with a combined suction of 10 tornados renders the complexion livid and people into dried corn husks.

That’d be me.

Yep. It’s been a long time since my palie voddy has gotten me into trouble, but here we are again, drinking, thinking, drinking. Must be that fucking thinking again. ARAGH I wish I could turn my brain off sometimes.

Throw your brain away, put on your dancing shoes
Steal a car tonight, tell the cops it moved…

But no such luck. And since vodka clearly appears to be the enemy, I’ll switch to rum, instead. That will help matters. Yeah right.

I ordered a pizza. Fuck my diet.

Generalized loneliness, generalized depression, generalized no-sense-of-life-and-what-the-hell-I’m-supposed-to-do-with-myself, etc.

Perhaps it’s hard to understand, I dunno. Been fighting these clouds for 6 years and while the skies have cleared and things have been better, there are those rainstorms again.

Will you understand me?
Will you hold my hand?

If I speak my mind, will someone get hurt?
Won’t someone listen?
Nothing is simple
Nothing is simple

Safe in my own skin. Safe in my own skin. Safe in my own skin. Safe in my own skin. Safe in my own skin?


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