A Year to the Day.

This is a blog I posted on myspace a year ago. It's crazy to read this and remember the feeling I had at the time I wrote it! To see in writting and compare it to my life a year later is a big eye opener in how much change you go through in a year. This is why iI love writting.

Wednesday, November 15, 2006


Push and pull positions.

The sweetness in my swagger lacks the comfort of the summers heat. So much I keep the nature of my warmth on pins and needles inbetween my sheets and a box of matches under my mattress, cause it and the floor are quite matchless. As much as I practice I can't seem to preach my habits seem to leach to what my psyche teaches in order to spite me. Now with my ego right beside me my id rages to fight me. Its victory seems unlikely cause you see I'm about as primal as it gets; hunger, sex, sleep in no particular order those I tend to keep. So inevitably detached that I'm about as stable as your latest pirated connection encrypted in shit sifted from my logic. So much that the signal you recieve fades in and out like the moons gravitational pull on the ocean affects this creature.