12:53 p.m. - Nov. 22, 2002
...sometimes i wake up like 'fuck the world'...

it seems like something's different now---but i dont know what it is---and everything still seems the same... maybe i've just given up on caring---

It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything.

i don't know what i'm doing anymore and i don't really care if i ever figure it out...i'm just gliding along all powerful and empty---just waiting---watching---wondering------feeling like god because i've got nothing to lose and nothing to gain...

tides of human flotsom floating tired and alone

i've already experienced everything i ever wanted to experience in life and then some---so now its like trying to recapture the past and that's just suicide-----suicide in small incriments.

Now be some good little bastards, turn your textbooks to page 7 Where it reads that God got drunk, drove heaven into a tree Now there's no reasons left for you to continue to breathe

before ~ after