what if we could suture the past to make a beautiful tapestry?

sometimes i wonder if my brain works right. b/c i don't know what it takes to be me for a day, but i'm pretty sure this train doesn't stop for many people.

man, i'm sure that just made me sound like a fucking schizo, ha ha. (p.s. i wasn't talking about being crazy, i was talking about being mentally retarded, assholes.)

and i know very well...

i meant to rant about this yesterday. but i forgot...happens when you work 13 hours shifts. warning: comic book rant.
anyway, the last issue of brit is finished and printed. and i'm utterly disappointed, i really thought kirkman was gonna take over writing it. but nay. they just put that old bastard back on the shelf. and honestly, they could've just cut wolf-man and kept brit. but hey, he's obviously doing something right (note: walking dead & invincible) so i'll quit my harping. just let down is all.
kinda makes me wish i was devastating people by not publishing things...ha ha. one can only hope, right?

honestly...

i almost died today. and it wasn't cool at all.
i seriously don't feel like driving for a week. and now my stomach hurts like i ate a really wicked rotten burrito.

we look good side by side...

...let's get a bottle and drink alone tonight.
this light looks good on you.

it's simple. i promise.

fuck people.