mistress.

i've finally figured out
what they talk about
when no ones around.
a secret doesn't tell itself
and a whisper isn't noise until
it leaves your lips.
so let the story unfold,
and remember you told him you meant it.
you told me you meant it.
and i've been staying late nights,
and i'm drinking again,
and i cant put away the thought
of you face locked in a grin,
so unchain that door,
because im coming in,
i won't go nowhere,
until you let this begin.
so let it leave your mouth like a bad taste,
and run to the one that you want to call your baby.
let it leave your mouth like a bad taste,
and run to the one
that you wanna call your baby.

that was going to be it,
the new acoustic.
but now there's something else to write about.
and its the best way to make it go away.

you are scum.
are you kidding me?
its funny how you don't even know.
the one you called your best friend,
now considers you a foe.
we don't want to hear it,
any sorry excuse.
any ridiculous reason
that your mind went obtuse.
we just want you away,
gone like the day,
we pretended to all get along.
the one you made look a fool,
now with them he's all cool,
and they've discovered which one was wrong.
now the bridges you burnt,
only left you stranded,
and you're now the one,
who's left empty-handed.
while we're all out to play,
and your handshakes begin to stray,
i hope you remember the day,
that you turned yourself into this.

theres no turning back now

no, you can't go back now.

this is who you are.

have a nice life.

(stay the fuck out of mine)

candlesticks.

its blue vs. red,

at least in my head,

and you're the finish line.

but i'll never quite make it,

its the hill i can't take it,

and i feel like i'm wasting my time.

so,

i've always been known

to be a pretty 'friendly' person.

and i've had my fair share of encounters

and relationships,

but lately somethings different.

at first i thought something happened to me or whatever,

like i fell off,

inside myself.

but i don't feel different.

in fact, i feel better than ever.

then i thought,

you know,

maybe its just a dry spell.

tonight i realized,

its not a spell,

nothing happened to me,

its her.

its been her all along.

seeing her tonight with him,

although it hurt,

i felt the need to be nice,

and you know, welcoming.

i just want her to be happy.

but i wish it was with me.

but thats it.

im done.

i love you but im leaving.

you play me like a fiddle,

but i've since lost my tune,

so ill leave like a tree,

no im not going anywhere,

but ill blend in like the scenery to your life,

and you'll fade out like the last clip of mine.

ill hold you close as a flame,

and i hope you'd do me the same. 

"I've been lonely,
but i know i'll be okay.
good love is on the way"
the mayer trio is unstoppable,
and he knows how to say it best.

there's no worries here.

nothing but love.

actually

as a matter of fact.

a love train is on her way.

this post ends well.

goodnight. ;)

the hood anthem.

if you feel that there's even
a slight possibility
that you can get jumped in your own town,
then clearly you're not representin yourself right.
roll with two of the finest hoes,
cats that wear all them fancy clothes,
and always got back to turn down even the worst foes.
all the time.
always on the grind.
gotta rep yo shit before you lose it.
because there's always that cat lookin to come swoop round,
and grab all that shit when you earned it.
and you can never let that happen.
so use it

'fore you lose it

& rep it

if you said it
because what you got isn't a present & your set.
its work,
every day.
do work,
every day.
and don't ever let 'em catch you
unless you're lookin to get caught.

beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
but its what's inside that attracts that stare.

damn you and this marionette.

this is the first time,
i've actually updated from my laptop
rather than my sidekick or some school comp.
it feels good.
i think i'm finally starting to figure myself out.
and for once in my life,
i feel like i can have a clear mind,
even when i have things on my plate.
i have stuff to do,
and i'm doing it.
on time.
of course im procrastinating,
but at least im not cutting deadlines.

i've become obsessed with all the showtime series.
Dexter is the new hot 'On Demand' feature in the apt.
we finished Californiacation,
can't fucking wait for the new season.
and Weeds is now a weekly get-together,
but that season will be ending soon.
i love controlling the cable bill.

my weekly schedule this semester is a breeze,
i mean, it's certainly work,
but it's spread out,
and it allows me to sleep in.
i like the way this semester is unfolding.

should be a busy weekend,
saturday night at least is a guarantee.
but i'm excited.
any opportunity to socialize
and i'm set.

there will be more poems and writings of the sort,
i started my screenplay and i really like how its coming out.
although at this rate its going to be a million pages long.

i hope all is well out there in space.
because down here things are lookin' pretty bright.
i hope the good times are here to stay.

i think i might be in love,
but then again,
i'm always in love.
but shes different,
she's the butterfly feeling.
yet there's a ball and chain,
that drags behind,
holding me back,
hoping i'll find,
a reason to leave.
because right now,
i've yet to see a problem,
but thats kind of,
where the problem lies.

until next time,
stay gold.

drunken plunder.

alast!
I've found it!
that which is of
more value than gold.
oh my!
what a sight,
how great
for all to behold.
we talk
and move
like robots now,
because treasure
is a measure,
of how many will bow.
cured measles,
and smallpox,
now we know better,
got a case of the beezles,
cause we're tryna forget her.
lady liberty stood up,
she had sewn me a flag,
to carefully blind my eyes,
away from the tag.

now ill walk down the line,
and waste all the time,
that you meant to me.

at least I'm not you,
and that's enough for me.
because I still smile,
and it doesn't mean I have to be,
anything other,
than what I want.
becuase
a whore is only as useful,
as the size of her part.

life is good.
everything is in its place.
I'm feeling conscious,
confident.
today is most certainly
a good day.
classes have started and are going well.
I'm glad I'm where I'm at.
so for today,
a few new ones
out of nowhere.
hope you like 'em.

I've been jumping top of buildings,
screaming baby,
baby won't you leave with me.

hey, get your head out of the clouds.

its been a minute since the last update,
and I feel myself growing.
or at least, my wingspan.
I'm making moves to have a hand,
in everything that goes down,
even remotely important,
in this town.
and I love it.

"a snappy new jacket, records,
a pair of pointy new shoes.
that's a hit-and-run guy, baby;
he's got bright lights in his head."
the words of the great gatsby are coming back to me.
only this time, I can relate.
never been brighter, never been more concerned,
never played such a big part.
but now its in my hands.
at least for a moment.
but I won't let go,
I'm holding tighter than ever before,
and although it seems like the days melt away,
I have found myself finding you.
its funny though,
this time you're in the form of the world,
not a pretty girl,
like I'm used to.

maybe I was meant to be this alone for awhile,
or maybe I was meant to look out.
maybe we were all meant to be free for awhile,
so that when time came we wouldn't miss out.
that's how I feel,
as if its all part of a plan.
well then,
I'm game.

the night ends with two flames.

geoff tells me,
"it's gunna happen."
if it's coming,
then i'm ready.
if its waiting,
well i'm here.
i can't handle the nothingness anymore.
and we're farther away,
but closer than before,
maybe thats the hope,
that i have prayed for.
and if the waves catch us,
then i'll swim in the wake,
find my way out of the ocean,
and try not to break
this half-worn body,
that's beginning to rust,
escaping this city,
leaving nothing but dust.


it seems i've lost myself.

maybe i'm not the one that needs to be postponed.

Day One:
Mission Accomplished.

I have to say I am amazed
with the way last night turned out.
better than anything I could have imagined.
all of my dreams came true,
except for you.
well this time,
i decided not to settle.

i think that maybe this is just the way
that things are supposed to be for right now.
everybodys world is fucking upside down,
i guess i'm just the only one blind enough to see it.
nothing makes sense,
theres no such thing as romance,
not like this.
and all that i wanted,
was just to give you what you needed.
i would give you the world if i could,
but all i have are these bony hands,
and a heart too heavy to lift.
because of you.
i can't settle this time.

i am writing this from your bedroom,
the place where you rest your head,
but i feel like i am dying,
whenever i catch a glance at that bed.
because your door is big and heavy,
it holds all our anger in,
and your mirror doesn't welcome,
even the purest that come in.
this room is confused,
the walls twisted and used,
even the dresser stinks of despair.
and the ceiling falls down,
spinning your pictures around,
leaving us lifeless on the ground.


let the world come to you,
put it out into the universe,
and let it come back to you.


im in love with you.
i always have been.
but maybe i'm just crazy.

the rising.

my first delivery of the year.
load in:
8 regular cases
4 sugar-free
40 4-packs
5+ ice boxes
2 barmats
and countless other odds and ends.
that's a lot of product,
I'm excited to get started.
so in light of the occasion,
party at my house tonight.

some people call it the sophmore slump,
but I don't understand why everyones down in the dumps.
we're all still here,
we're all still alive,
but we're waiting and wishing,
and waiting to thrive.
because that's what we believe we'll do.
however I doubt being homeless,
was ever in their plan,
or waiting till fourty,
to still not find a man.
but the measure of life,
is the chances you took,
although you won't find that in your scholarly textbook.
red white and blue,
these colors don't run,
unless there is something,
that needs to be done.
like protecting our children,
or keeping our word,
or acknowledging the secrets too many ears have heard.

I'm being held by something.
although I can't see what it is.
what is this place?
am I alone now?
how did I end up so far from my home?

maybe eveythings the same,
maybe I'm the only one who thinks anything has changed.
maybe everythings the same.
and I never wanted it to change anyway,
but something feels different now.

bring me back to earth.

back in the day,
i used to put up an away message,
to let her know that i was thinking about her.
tonight i put up that same old away message.
im thinking about you.
i miss you.
i cant wait to see whats to come next.

i miss the days,
with her.
it felt like blossoming love.
the kind of shit someone would write a movie about.

just a touch makes my stomach drop.
i cant compose myself,
im half a man when you're around.
can't look away,
lets direct attention elsewhere.
i don't care where you came from,
all that matters is you're here.
you're everything i've hoped for,
the imprint behind my eyelids,
the green flash that sparks the ocean.
you remind me of the fairy tales,
i was read when i was a boy.
what a excited feeling,
like having a shiny new toy.
please don't ever leave here,
i don't want to let you go,
because without you in my life,
my world just would not glow.

Lifenotes v. II.

well that was the strangest feeling i've ever felt.
a wide open room without any oxygen.
pale white, deep breaths,
you'll get through this.
its a burning room,
and no ones offering anything to drink.
its a feeling in the pit of your stomach,
the site set for implosion.
losing sleep was never this difficult,
and waking up never meant being this tired,
before.
on the day after the disaster,
the survivors will stand in disbelief,
and try to hold onto what they remember,
of life before this.

i admit it,
i hate sleeping alone.
but this door remains locked.
protected from the outside world,
while they look in,
i'm always out.
i used to hold the key,
but thats long gone,
so i'll write a new page,
find something else to pray on.
because a moment's just an instant,
but that second's all i got,
and i'm so worried about this second,
that i seem to have forgot.


sleep sleepin' on.

lovre.

and I'm so scared of being lonely,
that I'm killing myself slowly.
just for a taste.
just for a minute.

and invisible hands,
they don't squeeze back.
so I'm alone in the battle,
waiting for an attack.
because living without love isn't living at all,
its like jumping from a cliff,
just for the fall.
just one last moment,
on standby to errupt,
like the presidents first day,
before he goes corrupt.

I miss you sideways.

captain atlantis and the known world.

in the words of the saint,
i'm a little less than perfect.
but with a passion like that,
you make a point to show you're worth it.
serial entrance to an inevitable end,
with a sly grin and a movement
and deception to send.
there's a god complex,
and it's lurking somewhere,
and it comes out to flex,
all while hiding under your hair.
we all think that we mean something,
we all believe that we are strong.
but that something got me thinking,
and im thinking that we've been all wrong.
they say it's cool to fall down,
and to cut yourself up,
and to act like a clown,
and to never grow up.
well im down to stay young,
and keep my head off the ground,
but theres no need to bring the devil,
when the circus comes around.
but its eating at you,
and you want it away,
so you stay in your bed,
and you hope and you pray.
there's a doubt in the air,
and its closing in,
on the maiden's fair,
just as the ceremony
is about to begin.


the new place is almost 100%.
just a few more finishing touches,
still waiting on one roommate,
and we need to get two cable boxes fixed.
but other than that,
we're all set up.
it feels good.


one foot forward,
one remains in the door.
we're out on our own,
in a place we've been several times before.
this place is lacking direction,
it seems the only way is in.
but instead I'm aiming for the sky,
and I'm blasting off with a grin.

Lifenotes v. I.

lifenotes are a thing i do sometimes,
right before i go to bed.
write down whatever i'm thinking.
and clear my head for a recouperative sleep.
the beginnings to this are from about a week ago when i first got here.
after that I'll write my bit for this evening,
then i'll drift away to dreamscapes.

Excerpt. Lifenotes August 10th.
BEGIN

I’m sitting here on another page,
A sleeper in another bed,
In the words of Anthony Green.
As Avalon plays gently in the background,
I must say that I am impressed.
I have found my zone for appreciation for it,
And I’m glad that he’s been there.
A cigarette burning in an ashtray next to me,
Being out of my home means that I can smoke wherever I like,
Real good for trying to quit.

I’m correcting all my typos,
I wish I wouldn’t.

I love being up here,
This is night number two with no internet or cable,
No connection to the outside world.
The Olympics have started and all I’ve seen
Is what I caught briefly at the bar this evening.

My life is in bags,
Literally and figuratively.
I’m all packed up,
Like I’m ready to go,
But I’m here.
This next lifetime needs to begin,
There’s so much to come,
I can’t contain it.
I’ve never been a patient child,
But this is the night before Christmas sleep loss.
The clock spins round,
And we miss the sunny hours of each day,
And the seizure of the moment.
But these speed bumps come at us,
Like miniature ramps,
We get our air,
We taste our adrenaline,
As the stationary pavement graves our undercarriages.
No idea is a bad idea they tell me,
Well I’ve got millions.
If I can make even 1/100th of them work,
I’ll be set for life.
Big leagues.
Just as I see a plate pass by,
MRKT WIZ.
Greetings Wizard,
Care to give a passer-by a try?
I know he doesn’t look like much,
But I swear that he could kill it,
With a little push and some motivation.
He’s just looking for a little inspiration,
Just a place to dock harbor,
Just a steady ground,
Just a dormant volcano to blow up.
Just give me a taste,
Then ill build you a castle
To eat your fill for eternity.
Drink up, this fountain won’t run dry,
But all of your sips will come with a price,
Because it cost’s enough just to get by,
But I promise that if you’d only give me a slice,
That I would make you towers to the sky.

She was right,
I miss having someone in my arms.
Without another set of shoulders,
I’m a turtle without a shell.
But I’ll stand just like a soldier,
Just inside ill be in hell.
Because independence only seems to be fun,
When there’s one more by your side.

Sweet dreams.
END 3:44 a.m.

Good Evening Galaxy,
I'd like to say a few things:

news flash, the end will kill us quicker.
you're more likely to die now than any other moment ever.
it's not a question of the drugs or the liquor,
the engraving is much deeper than what we use to make us sicker.

i feel like we're all so hopped up on finding our direction,
but we can't drop the petty shit like the colors of our complexion.
we all just stumble around to our daily routine,
perverts looking for women in search of protein.
society is a puzzle that harbors and feeds,
and eats away until it gets what it needs,
its not a bad intention, no that's in its place,
but it starts to turn gray around things like gender and race.
the first black president might get elected into office.
i understand that that is supposed to be a big deal for equality,
but less than a year ago,
officials discovered a family holding slaves in their home,
in the town that i grew up in.
rightfully the 'owners' are serving time,
but that doesn't change the fact that there is a deeper problem.
no ones making anything better,
they're just getting better at swaying public opinion,
and the media is still, as it has always been,
just showing it's own ratings-boosting side of the story.
the first potential woman president tried to run in the same election.
coincidence?
or is it a liberal scheme to illustrate equality
and illustrate peace and harmony,
but still,
just like the other side,
which i am certainly not advocating either.
to them,
its just about getting numbers,
and paper,
and winning elections.

i don't even know where that came from.

i miss being carefree.
i miss childhood.
i miss the smell of new beginnings.
i miss all of my firsts.
i miss first arriving,
and feeling like we had our whole lives ahead of us.
i miss innocence.

'ello out there.
i hope the sun's a little brighter on your side of town.

relax & inspire.

his foot hits the floor,
open road,
nowhere to go,
but where we're going.
the wintergreen trees swing from the rearview,
while bridget directs our path,
and the exit signs fly like leaves
caught in a windtunnel.
its been a long three month waiting period,
now I'm ready to go home.
and there's no stopping us now.
as if we were hawks,
finally free to soar,
or a famished tiger who has
finally caught his wild boar.
we'll arrive to the circus of our secret city,
the one that's right on the map,
but only found by the finest.
the finest of life,
the finest of love,
the finest of times
you so often heard of,
where you'll come along,
singing your song,
and putting a show on,
and making a fuss,
every other word a cuss,
we'll take you.
so come with me,
to the land of make believe.
you know, the kind you thought
only existed in fairy tales.
and ill show you what it means
to be happy,
to be loved.

now, I don't think that I'm ever really going to pursue writing.
so I'm not terribly worried about it just yet,
but if I ever end up a washed up old writer writing screenplays,
I want to make sure I include the line
'jenna jameson is like the Oprah of porn.'
I think that would be funny.
as a matter of fact,
everytime I think of a line I'd like to hear in a movie,
I'm going to post it here.
ha okay.

"addictions made me smarter, but you can't be stoned all the time."

the room is finally
pretty much set up.
I have capet and everything.
its ill.
and internet!
and cable!
my roommate is actually out
getting the wireless router
as I type this.

why do you feel the need to be scary?
commit harry karry?
and sing like the birds,
in your head.

ripping myself apart.

always hungry, never satisfied,
always sleeping, but never alive.
you got what you wanted,
and still ask again.
its not obtaining that's the problem,
its having the balls
to grab
what you want.
is it self confidence?
do you feel you don't deserve it?
there must be an explanation.
you have the world in your hands,
and you're still sitting on the floor.
you have the key to the universe,
if you'd just walk out that door.
the way the globe spins,
it's no mystery to me,
but the way the my mind works,
I wouldn't understand in a century.
the cookie's right there,
sitting on the table,
and you've got it in your sights,
ready, willing, and able.
now take a breath,
take a chance,
and make a move.
because I mean,
nothing's really ever hurt you that bad before.

a mess,
but I'm on the road.

twinkle.

                                  twinkle.

tell me can you feel it,

when we dance out in the rain.

as the cold drops hit our finger tips,

and you giggle as you say my name.

because i can see it in your eyelids,

and the way they flutter so,

plus that twinkle in your eye's just more,

to accentuate your glow.

cause your eyes they shine the most beautiful sin,

originality, from which we all begin,

but you were dealt a good hand,

certainly blessed by the man,

and a marvel to angels in your stride.

so walk down the unbeaten path,

maybe even take a stroll my way,

and you can hang on my side of town,

and ill have you near me every day.

you are my light, my muse,

my dynamite & fuse,

all those nights i've caroused,

you're my fire.

you're both sinner and saint,

but nothing could taint,

or nearly deflate

this desire.

i don't know what to say, you're my inspiration.

i pulled a lot of different things together for this,

and tried a few new things.

i hope you like it.

laser vision.

she said "in 10 minutes, tomorrow becomes today."
to which I replied, "in 10 minutes, I will see you tonight."

and inside my head is a battle, of what is right and what should be
done.
I've since disarmed all my defenses, and let myself free to become
the product of all my desires,
and inbody all I hold true,
so while I'm outside setting fires,
ill always be dreaming a you.
I am the right to your wrong,
a perfectionist living inside of a failure.
a light in the road to help any stragglers,
but ill always be the bright guy with the sun above his head.
I just don't want to put in the effort.
either that or I'm scared.
but I guess that I've been scared all along,
but that has never stopped me,
no I will prevail,
through the rain or the sleet,
the snow or the hail.
I am the roller on a ball point pen
and I am inking my own path.
if I could only make up my mind
of what to draw.

'give up my way, I could be anything'
(you were the inspiration for that one)

past few days at new paltz have been amazing,
just straight livin' with my closest friends.
long island home for the night, back upstate early in the morning.
internet and cable should be waiting for me.
loveee life.

this mornings waiting for you to begin.

there's something different about the mountain today,
I didn't come alone, just not my normal way,
and the skies too dark for us to run out and play,
while the wind seems to be pushing us farther away.

because the sun isn't shining without you.
and the clouds only sway when you're around.

because the sky is never blue, unless first consulting you,
and the birds only sing when you're around.

no internet still, the guy is coming tomorrow.
hopefully real good updates soon.

send my love to san francisco.

help is on the way.

okay, everyone knows about it,

it's all over the place.

but seriously,

brett favre,

WHAT THE FUCK?

you really needed to come back that badly,

that you would play for the jets?

thats disappointing.

i'll miss you,

even though now you're closer to home.

i think that's the only reason i wanted to post,

to get that out.

and now i'm done.

moving into the new apt like, now.

won't have internet probably for a few days.

until next time.

shrubs.

i think i want to fly away,
to a world thats still unknown.
where everything is backwards,
and i would like to build a home.
and maybe they would know me there,
for who i am and not who i should be,
and maybe they would all be friends,
and maybe i could make some family.
because im done with despair and waiting around,
for the world to stop turning or to gain some new ground,
or to find everything that doesn't want to be found,
so i'll leave in the night without making a sound,
and i'll head for the hills where i'll build me a ship,
and i'll find me a rocket that'll go along with it,
and i'll fly away, way up high,
and i'll leave my mark with a hole in the sky,
like a crack in the world or a slit in the screen,
or all of the plants that will yellow, but not green.

last night some kid recognized me and anthony
from the days when we used to play in EGL.
made my day, hands down.
the kid approached us and was like
"hey weren't you guys in that band
'everybody gets laid'?"
i haven't ever been recognized for that,
nor have i played with them in 2 years,
so that excited me. haha.

so i keep reminding myself to update,
but then i always feel like i'll have more time later,
and then i never do. so updates are lacking.
i apologize.
however, i am leaving long island tomorrow for new paltz,
my new residence.
where i currently do not have cable or internet,
so there will quite possibly be a lack in the next few days,
but we'll be back soon. stay tuned.

i would like to lay and chat with you,
on a romantic getaway, booked just for two,
where we could relax, and i'll learn your anatomy,
and we'll see what else you can get out of me.
in a dreamscape we'll watch as the stars fly by,
and i'll count all my blessings with you by my side.

where i been at.

so it's been a busier than average past few days.
friday celebrated adam's birthday,
booze & stuff @ his place.
then saturday morning went up to N.Peasy.
i picked Chiler up and then we took off,
but traffic was terrible and the weather was real bad.
got into town and chilled out for awhile
relaxed as much as i could for the weekend
(which really meant running around
with a million different people
for a million hours all day
--but i got to take a nice nap on sunday)
then yesterday i got up real early,
to drive to Connecticut for a meeting with my boss.
total of 6+ hours driving time yesterday, over 300 miles.
not bad considering i was traveling alone.
now today i rented a truck from Penske and im bringing the rest of my shit up to the NP apt.
and then im moving up on friday.
i am fucking stoked.

BIG things coming this year.

our town.

ill write you all the love songs,
you were never meant to hear,
because they're the only thing I've got,
that might just keep you here.

used to find peace in the pulsating,
now I feel like I am suffocating,
don't wanna think about what went wrong.
this morning you stole my sunrise,
last night you almost lead to our demise,
and I don't know if ill ever feel right again.

you know I would sing to you,
in the middle of the winter,
with only a fire to keep us warm.
because I know how you shine like no other,
and how you like to get down in the summer,
because that is just the way we were.

rough cuts.

and all those towns you thought you blew,
well they haven't forgotten you.
their waiting on every step and move,
waiting for you to lose your clue,
waiting for you to fall back down,
with all of them.

and nobody cares to figure out,
what you're all about, here.

and I love this place,
this island's my home.
but I'm leaving without,
ever finding out what you're all about.
(what you're all about)
and I'm leaving without,
anyone finding out, what I know.
(and I know everything)

le fevre.

she has hair just like an angel,
no not the pasta,
like the goddess.
i watch it dance as she flows through the water
in a wave in an ocean in a dream.
this short frame of time feels like a millennium,
to the synapse deep inside my mind.
and in my wake its just a few blocks away,
in that little room i know where to find.
flip flop, criss cross, and a two hour drive,
roll over, drop down, just to chill by my side.
fat bags, long drags, on a ridiculous ride.
and ill hold on to the fever til the day that i die.

take me out to the valley,
where the country meets the city,
where the water meets the mountains.
take me to the place that will always be sacred,
to all that stumble upon its path.
to the place where it doesn't matter who you are,
just the fact that it's you that's there.
where we can all live as one,
under one sun,
where the life opens,
and you see, it's only just begun.
love me in my hometown,
love me where im from.
not where i've been.
where i get my bills from the man,
not from the street.
and tell me,
tell me that we'll never have to leave.
together forever, in harmony.
uptown, downtown, no matter where we rest at,
we all have a place on church,
and we'll laugh away the day,
with cheap cigarettes and beer,
in our own little city,
where all our friends are near.



thanks for reading, kid.