bourbon is my friend....

i have drank too much.... and pretend to be depressed because i am home alone.... that random thought from before.... is the truth..........

random thought....

well, you win some.... you lose some....

cut up no. 45

i think a hat would be good/
with the small brim/
are you all/
here with no clothes on?

lines from a poem never written.....

when the clouds move faster
than your life
you know your sunset
is coming soon

dreams of here and there...

the late afternoon sun creeps in through the window of the office, i sit here wondering what i'm truly doing. it's been one of those weekends. you know, the kind when you were supposed to do a million things yet you do nothing.... nothing but think of what could have been... ah, fuck it.