whatta waste my time.

yesterday i woke up, caught a bus to the k. drank some coffee. caught another bus home. and yeah .. how bored am i.


maybe i need to get laid.

or buy something.


option 2 seems less of an effort.

im going shopping.

flying high on a skateboard bail.

im empty without will

i think into darkness

where light never stays

the tastes of addicition

and compulsion are consumed

and these, open wounds

that refuse to heal

remind me of my wickedness.

i caress them, try to soothe them.

with anecdotes of loveless lullabies

but they know me.