It's Exploding Bags, Aerosol Cans Southbound Buses,

Little Soldier, Little Insect You Know War It Has No Heart It Will Kill You In The Sunshine Or Happily In The The Dark Where Kindness Is A Card Game Or A Bent Up Cigarette In The Trenches, In The Hard Rain With A Bullet And A Bet.

My Brother Went To College To Become A Doctor And If He Studies Hard Enough He'll End Up Just Like Papa, Who Hates His Life.

I Drink To Stay Warm, And To Kill Selected Memories

Cause I Swear That I'm Dying, Slowly But Its Happening.

I Kind Of Go In Waves With Reading. Sometimes I Read All The Time, And Sometimes I Can't Get Settled Enough To Focus.