nichts

Truth always sounds like lies to a sinner.

I figure people are entitled to their hobbies and I'm entitled to think those people are creepy.

I see as much misery outta them movin’ to justify their selves as them that set out to do harm.

Every fuckin’ beatin’ I’m grateful for.

I drink what I’m able. If that comes to much, that’s the day’s affair and the liquor’s.

A lot of shitbags hang around the bank. You ever fuckin notice.

Cold enough world without gettin' gone against by your own.

Even in an Eden like this, wrongs sometimes occur.

A White Blank Page
And A Swelling Rage

sitting with the lights off / waiting for my brain to start

can't you see that all that stuff's a sideshow