People Call Me All Sorts Of Things.

It's Cold And It's Winter And The World Has Gone To Sleep

What Is The Meaning Of Life?whatever You Want It To Be.

Everything I Know And I Am And I Have Seen Felt Done Past Present Past Now Then Before Now Seen Felt Done Hurt Felt Focus Into A Something Beyond Words Beyond Beyond Beyond And It Speaks Now And It Says. Stay. Fight. Live. Take It.

I Don't Want To Walk In The Middle. I Want People To Read What I Write And Feel Strongly About It. If, At Some Point, Whatever I Am Doing Is Failing To Elicit A Response, Whether It's Very Positive Or Very Negative, Then I Am Going To Stop Doing It.

I Go To My Room And I Drink And I Smoke Some Cigarettes And I Think About Her. I Drink And I Smoke And I Think About Her And At A Certain Point Blackness Comes And My Memory Fails Me.