|Favorite book:||scar tissue|
|Member Since:||Jan 24, 2011|
i don't know what to say besides forgetfulness is the miracle that i desire, to forget every thing and do my best not to obtain any new devastating information to disrupt my new found disposition. though some people would want nothing more than to be able to remember exactly what it was they were doing in the kitchen, or the bathroom, whatever it may be a circumstance can exploit every flaw down to your flaky scalp, being human is a responsibility all in its own, and perhaps it would be easier to forget our modern instinct, as so we can tap into the more primitive nature, eat sleep, drink, shit, fuck, i don't know if all this rambling is some kind of autobiography but it best defines who i truly am, in the sense that all things holding us down are lighter than the thing holding us up. my age 26 born in a northern state moved to a southern state, due to my father disliking of the snow, and empty fields, what ever else was missing probably led him to finding refuge in an inhabitable atmosphere that was my mother. as he found his new home mom seemed less desirable as she was more exposed to the more naked eye, for what she really was. what was she you ask perhaps just an animal willing to do what ever it took to fulfill her personal needs. that's a hard thing to swallow, for most people, I've become accustomed to such ways of being, nothing is more attractive than someone using you for an end not the physical roll, but the very thought of someone not wanting, but needing you after so long. i love music, it can be raw, i like any thing that helps me disconnect with my position my current and lasting position. my writings are open to interpretation, and should not be taken to serious, though i may feel strong about my work it's still just an opinion, nothing more. i'm an under educated infantile who feels sorry for himself at times fuck myself, in less than so many words. i hope some body finds enjoyment from these rantings, and ravings. bye.